Better late than never, a birthday present for my glorious friend Rowena. Rather than weave the paper, I chose to tear the beautiful handmade Japanese sheets for a soft, bleeding, vein-like finish.
This started out as a present for a different friend, the passage from Six Memos about the sky appeared perfect. But the words refused to cooperate and when I surrendered to the fact, perhaps this was not the gift I set out to create, the poem organised itself.
Another lesson in surrender.
Another lesson in letting go of perfection.
Another lesson in trusting that everything comes in its own good time.
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You’ll laugh when you read my letter ( in regards to the paper). Very nice poem btw
I haven’t been running out expectant to the letter box every day. No, no, I have not!!