Thursday, September 20, 2018

Beside myself

I hate losing sight of the back of a cloth ...


which is inevitably what happens when one turns to the front ...


making something of it ...


So many stitches, some intentionally visible ...


others not, here because Deb Lacativa's thread slips from light to dark, making Jude Hill's invisible baste true to its name ...


still others becoming hidden when they don't make the final cut.

Then there are the stitches that have been undone ...


No trace left, and no clue yet about what, if anything, will replace them.