Being an artist means incessantly healing one’s own wounds and simultaneously opening them again in the process.
76 dots started, most finished.
67 not even started.
About those circles that I am stitching around the dots in the large red piece. I think I have to leave it for now.
The first book of poetry published in Canada was entitled Dreamland. 1968 Charles Mair. 92 x 92 inches
Woke up with the idea to make large wedges in the lower half and all the dots made more of with cotton embroidery floss.