It will be close to 90 here today. April. Not normal.
So I say it again to myself.
Patchwork, it is all that, in perspective. Now more broadly. In terms of the creative act. Yes it is a jumble of pieces, but the order comes from us. With our intention of holding it together. In some way. To be able to say. How it seems. How order might spring from chaos. Through our thinking self. ( then she says to herself, natural order is chaos while others might be saying natural chaos is order.)
Way back, 2011, when I began weaving garden ties. Squares of Wear was what I called them. Woven foundation style, before I asked myself about loom. You don't need a loom if you can imagine yourself as one.
Let the thought of that stand.