Of course, it didn't quite go in that direction. Instead, the cloth shreds emerged and began populating the space.
But as the shreds reached a critical mass, my mind returned to the original thought ... with a twist. What if I used Old Man Crow's lyrics?
So I asked for and received permission to use the words from Rod Morgan's I dream of a world and set to work.
As posted yesterday, first the pennon was dyed with windfall lichen, which gave it a beautiful golden glow ...
Then I plotted out on paper how the lyrics might fit onto the pennon ...
and finally began to stitch the vision into reality ...
I'm thinking this may take a while.