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A linen swatch, exploring Mary Walker Phillips’s book Creative Knitting
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FIND ANGER
In the place where I sit waiting for everything to come to me. Where I wait to be noticed, the skin of wrists bared to onlookers. Take me take me make me. I want to be something good, make me something good. Make me your something good. Make me something that you’re likely to want to keep around. In the place where I sit waiting for someone to tell me - time is up you’ve been sitting there long enough you’ve paid your dues. Now all you have to do is find your right god. Find this anger in the afternoon after a string of events of little consequence have taken place. Occurrences like forgetting credit card numbers at the supermarket and so walking away from the trolley full of shopping that wasn’t even meant for me. And I drove through the streets in not my car to not my house and as I drove, I looked at the flawless front yards of Hampton their pristine lack no visible signs of lives being lived beyond. Then, there was that one yard disorderly pot plants bursting with blooms and weeds an overgrown garden a heavily-worked vehicle dented rusted stickered and worn. I thought, what is the true representation of a life well-lived? Which is the truer picture here? Who belongs more? Who’s right god is more right?
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Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
Chuck Klosterman
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