On March 31 2015, I wrote in my journal that I would stitch a grid into this piece and then afterwards, from the back, cut small circles into the grid to reveal the red blanket wool inside.
With little raw edges.
Now it is March 31 2017 and I am going to follow through on this idea.
I am a dignified, tall figure that bleeds
may gardens be wild like jungles, may nature never be tamed
may dangers create of us heroes, may fears always have names
may the mountains stand to remind us of what it means to be young
may we be outlived by our daughters, may we be outlived by our sons john marsden