Feel Free

Coma Language

Coma. The quilt I call that.  I washed it.   You probably saw it flying, while drying, over at Instagram if you follow me there.  Because I had my phone in my  pocket at the moment. Just to bring it here. A large cloth that I have decided to complete as a sleeping bag.  Suddenly that made sense.

This side, let's call it the real side. It is quite amazing. It's a map that I think only I might understand.  I will continue to work on it.  I was planning to talk but I will not talk about this cloth anymore.    Because it is now about something unsayable.  And has cleared a path for new work.

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