Selected Tapestries 2018
In which I recover (mostly) from my backstrap enchantment,
four selvedge warping becomes an almost daily practice,
and tiny tapestries
of imaginary places
made of wool
and linen
and paper
and dead leaves,
insist on their need to exist.
In which I recover (mostly) from my backstrap enchantment,
four selvedge warping becomes an almost daily practice,
and tiny tapestries
of imaginary places
made of wool
and linen
and paper
and dead leaves,
insist on their need to exist.