These two pieces of cloth are taking on an unintended significance. Cloth too complex and strong to be cut up and incorporated into a larger whole are like memories too deep and dark to be transcribed. Although I love both pieces I am unmoved to do anything else with them.
I ironed both today. front and back, back and front then spread them out and and looked a good long time and it was like being in the room with two belligerent teenagers. Don't bother to meet theirs eyes if they are not yours. These two seem to have disowned me. I'm almost afraid to go digging through the rest of them.
I'm a stash busting in a big way and will be posting a lot of hand dyed cloth to the store and getting some finished things up on the Buy Art page. A liquidation of sorts. Drag it on long enough and I could almost call it spring cleaning.
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