Wednesday, August 30, 2017

erasing red marks


My hands are giving out.
Last night I quilted 6 hours in a row before going to bed - from 8 pm to 2 am.

I began to bleed from the fingers onto the white cotton and had to repeatedly lick an un-pierced finger with my own saliva in order to erase the small red marks.

This seems like it must be a metaphor for something.
Waiting perhaps,
and immediately deleting the red evidence of that
with my own inner water.


  1. It is very metaphoric. Your mind and your body, both interwoven in the piece.

  2. some work needs those few drops of rich red blood


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