Twist of a Stitch

Through each movement of my hand
I see purpose
in a twist of a stitch
I see my own quest for perfection
in interpretation

The lightness of the fibre
is my heart
my art

I wonder,
in the building of things
what I add to this world?

I hypothesize that I am
entertaining myself

doing “busy work”

the eye absorbs
the mind interprets
the hands speak the language

creations drop like rain to the
ground
in big, glorious puddles

I splash around a lot.

5 Comments

  1. Daniele
    Daniele on March 2, 2009 at 7:38 pm

    Bravo!!!

  2. Carmen
    Carmen on February 27, 2009 at 6:57 pm

    As you all know, there is definitely something I can’t do…Keep the studio clean…

  3. fibre manipulator
    fibre manipulator on February 27, 2009 at 6:30 pm

    You add a lot more to this world than “busy work”, my friend.

  4. picking up the pieces
    picking up the pieces on February 27, 2009 at 5:45 pm

    wow…..whats in your coffee?
    you should come over one day….we could have a spin in.

  5. Amalia
    Amalia on February 27, 2009 at 4:51 pm

    Love this! Such wonderful imagery. You not only have a way with fiber, but words as well! Is there anything you can’t do?