Probably fairly true to color. The porch wall might not be the best place to photograph. Color seems to change there. But color is not a "thing" anyway, it is a relationship between the eye and the brain and the moment. Anyway, the roof is a deep red, I took many pictures where it seemed dark brown.
I stitched this to an old piece of Japanese cotton. It has a bit of a curve to it that doesn't want to straighten. But hey, I can relate to that. Being an old cloth.
It is framed now. Reminding me of an old sampler. I am inclined to add words. But then not. A frame can be like Naming sometimes. The context it might bring. I like that I have framed the seemingly unfinished. The contrast in that.
I like that this seems like paper. Like a drawing. What if I continue with that idea? A transition from cloth to paper that might still be cloth...for a while.
The world around me is in bloom. I put my older hands up top. And moved most of the top menu items to the sidebar. Just remodeling a bit. Trying to feel at home.