Conversations with my grandmother continue, I love listening to her repeat the stories she tells me. As I listen I learn them for myself, threads continue, new threads begin, I pick up another strand and discover my grandfather was away for nearly 6 years during the war, that he was based in Iceland for a while - how do I only know this now? "I remember it all" she says. Making time to keep these records is a valuable time. Threads become long strings of words from small beginnings....
oh my word - those stitched words are simply amazing!
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Thanks - they took some stitching I can tell you.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful and enigmatic. I hope you get to the sculpture park as the new exhibition has an inspiring letter piece.
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