I’ve been hand sewing this piece to have the feel of a digital readout. It is a definite shift from the plant and animal subjects I am usually looking to. There I am striving to capture moving color and the elusive quality of the living. This is strictly pattern and order. I enjoy the measured regularity of the stitching but I must admit that a machine could make this faster. This turns the sewing into a philosophical exercise, each stitch a tiny “why?”. I have no answers for those “why?”s but something compells me to keep piercing the cloth with the needle. A small satisfaction wells within me as I reach the end of a stitched row and turn the cloth to start another. I am writing a story I cannot read yet…