To Sarah K.
The manuscripts we weave and wear, the ones we write and rewrite, then read out loud for others to hear. They conceal within them everything that we believe we are to be. The whole process is natural to our human mind, continually gathering evidence of its own authenticity and assembling a garment of the self. A beautiful cloth that when examined skillfully shows the life we have led. Each thread its own color texture and length. Threads in their endlessly dyed hues who ask to be teased out and seen under new light then tangled back together in an entirely new way. Revealing altogether different stories, possibilities, and shapes.
All this can be done with sensable utility in mind, but do not feel tied to a final statement. You can create with an improvisational process, seeing other lives and the garments they wear as meer suggestions to study or disregard.
Ideas and experiences are limitless and are only precious when gathered and then spun into the thing that we are.
"Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string" - Emerson