About twenty years ago, I saw large embroideries from India in the Textile Museum of Canada.
They were so cheerful, colourful, beautiful, and powerful that they hit me in the heart.
I remember that there was a folk-art quality to them. I remember miles of chain stitch.
Those cloths were taller than I was, wide enough to cover a bed.
They were completely covered with thread.
Huge immense spaces of stitched marks.
I get similar heart felt feelings when I visit English gardens.
My eye and heart eagerly follow the masses of blooms and foliage.
Masses of small unique marks.
There is an aesthetic of labour in both gardens and large embroideries,
There is time.
Gardens and large hand made textiles reach something deep inside us and that feeling is more natural than we can understand.