In the all-encompassing dark hours of a long sleepless night, raveled thoughts unhinge, stop, start, fade, grow, dissolve. Their maverick journey uncharted, unstoppable, moving backwards, forwards, sideways, going nowhere. Brain fizzing insomniac thoughts are shape shifters, slightly demonic, always exhausting, mostly irrational, constantly changing and challenging, never trammeled.
Pre-loved silk clothing wrapped and tied over copper piping, gently simmered in tea, printed with thread dipped in fabric paint, wool backing, hand stitched.
