Pacing off, broken.
Gaps too large for mere lines to bridge. Worse than plot holes. Continental drifts of space.
Then I remembered the Orbs. Bubbles of color in cloth and stitch, echoing curves. Stepping stones.
Each one like a conversation with a character.
Who are you?
Who do you care about?
What do you want?
Can you live without it?
It's working. It will be a matter of choosing just the right colors and knowing when to quit.
2 comments:
bubbles of color ... baubles of cloth ... and I love how you bridge the processes stitching and writing with thought
knowing when to quit is my biggest challenge
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