Looking here. Looking has become quite an activity. Or, really, just passing by. Humming to myself.
The back of one cloth over another. Some scrap over that.
And now Grow over that. Sometimes I just live with this, forgetting about what might be underneath, for a long time. Maybe forever. Moving through days as needed.
I drew some lines with a sharpie. I pinned some cutouts. But mostly I don't know. What if it is just ok?
The illusion, in finishing ( anything) has become clearer these days.