reconstructing the landscape

Muslin, linen, cotton scraps, paint - sewn

One more red -- aka: "that heated day in the landscape - a reconstruction of nothingness"

"Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness; the truth more first than the sun, more last than a star..." ee.cummings

more reds - not memories ( a continuation of the pipe dream) - the heart is now

( I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands the
voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

ee. cummings

The Reds - (not memories)

(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose       e.e. cummings