an incomplete label that promised a piece of cloth to be finished this year.
As we flew home, I couldn't help noticing the patchwork of land and cloud shadows, so much like the vision I have for this new cloth ...
So when we got home, I walked out to the flood plain ...
taking pictures of droughted milkweed ...
the few patches of green amongst rock and dried grass ...
the sereness of it all, like a Wyeth winterscape ...
Then took a screen shot of the accumulated images, cropped and rotated it ...
comparing it to the first piece of woven cloth (in the manner of Jude Hill) ...
considered the cloth strips already assembled, made more ...
and continued ...
on and on ...
