mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Saturday, August 04, 2012
stitching day to night to day again
l don't usually do it but the iPod hammered all the day long with my stitchery. mostly in languages unintelligible to me so that it just became rhythm. a motion of repetition. and again.
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