I feel like a shattered mirror.Each piece, torn and detached from the rest, seems to me an island in a forgotten ocean.Each piece is sharp, yet, in each piece, however small, something of me is reflected.Putting everything back in its place is not possible, many times that mirror has been shattered and each time more and more the pieces have become smaller fragments, mangled and … Continua a leggere A Broken Mirror

The first of the glass curtain panels in my kitchen is starting to have texture. Working one stitch after another, crossing crochet and thread, giving shape to an image drawn on paper with patience stitch after stitch, makes me think of the beauty of life in its patient and laborious waiting. Every obstacle becomes an invitation, every drawing that takes shape becomes the naïve and … Continua a leggere Every Single Step