2:45am and I'm wide awake in anticipation of several hours worth of thunderstorms passing through the area.
If I am tired enough, maybe I will sleep through them but I doubt it. The air is so thick outside that the freight train announcing itself in
the distance sounds more like an ocean liner bellowing for a tug out
past the lights of the harbor.
I've found a way to stitch many marks, bold enough and quickly enough to use on large pieces - this passage is roughly six inches across - was done with six strands of floss, doubled in a split chain and then wrapped with the same 12 ply..it really sits up and signals.
I stitched this while listening to/watching an hours worth of "America in Primetime" on PBS. A dialogue about the nature of storytelling. It has me thinking of ways to bring the sprawl of this piece under control, get it talking.