are inherently different from the tapestries I have woven before.
the more I see the work as a continuum--
an endless series of questions
about time, texture,
and the feeling of the breeze through a window.
And how might a particular piece of cloth really feel?
How might it flow?
to be on this side, or that
of a piece of cloth, a window, an illusion?
And anyway, it's all plain weave to me.