((fiber art that's there for you))

art as a bridge between our fragments

weaving as a universal narrative

fiber art as a bridge between our eyes,

and a dream-like state to find rest in

art as a bridge between us

dear reader,

ive been thinkin about capability

and the unending capacity of capability

when paired with determination

ive been thinkin about gratitude*

having just moved into a new space,

where i can watch lake michigan’s waves crest from bed

ive been thinkin about sitting on the floor

this need to be as close to It

as i can get

ive been thinking about lake ontario**

ive been thinking about

whether i prefer

to be the country bombed or bombing***

ive been thinkin about winning

ive been thinking about the upper hand

and the unending capacity,

when paired with determination,

that It can hold

ive been thinkin about the award shown

the scene:

It’s your first wedding anniversary

and you are vending at an art show

the show is in the center of the

small town you live in

hosting promise

of the community you have desperately

been yearning for

It’s a small town in a region where

fiber art is a big deal

It’s the day of judging and awards

one of the judges is the ex-mayor of the town who officiated your wedding

and you share the coincidence with them

as they pass through to judge

you win first place in fiber

(rarely a winner,

often a supportive observer***)

later,

two other judges pass back through

to share that the only reason you won

was because the ex-mayor always

got their pick

that they felt there were other artists

more deserving

roger’s park is the chicago neighborhood

where vivian maier spent her final years

as a grumpy bag lady

roger’s park is where i live now too

(where the cyclone has thrown me)

ive been thinking about

the souls swept and collected

under the rug

ive been thinking about winning

dontknow

(as above)

dontwannaknow

(so below)

dontknow

(as within)

dontwannaknow

(so without)

dontknow

(as the universe)

dontwannaknow

(so the soul)

dontknow

cantknow

cantwannaknow

dontwannaknow

as the rug,

as the consideration underneath observation,

as a grungy gramma,

*little women by louisa may allcott

**the weaving shown: elysian fields, 2023

the sunrise over lake ontario-

how the light seems to come from both

below and above the water

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