Stacks of 81 linen scraps, in fabulous colors, lay in evenly cut squares, radiating on my worktable.
Their texture, their fraying, their magic. ‘The Symphony of Rags’ cast off.
Stapeltjes van 81 linnen lapjes, in fabelachtige kleuren, lagen in gelijk gesneden vierkantjes, op mijn werktafel te stralen.
Hun structuur, hun rafels, hun magie. ‘The Symphony of Rags’ gooiden de trossen los.