Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Comedy, Tragedy, Riddle

Each sunset marks the completion of another stitched piece added to the story, to the blanket that covers and consists of what has been, what is, and what will be. Depending on who you ask this blanket is a great comfort to consider, an undesirable itchy rag fit for fire fuel or a source of ambiguity, mysterious around the edges, leaving the face and feet uncomfortably cold.