I used to sew by hand almost fifty years ago. Here I am doing it again. I love the slowness of it. I forgive myself for being not so great at it and leave the mistakes in the work (unless they become too distracting.) The digital mandalas, printed on fabric, become a softer version of themselves. The new stitch-layer grounds the mandala into the cloth and makes each one its own personage.
front side of a new “mandala pouch” (AKA “glad bag”) in-the-making
close up of the small stitches in the mandala
(the blurriness of the image coincides with my present cataract vision)
finished “mandala pouches” — not sure if these will be for sale or not
Stitching slows down time for me and makes it unimportant, except for threading the needle, now a needed hard-core discipline.
(Maybe cataract surgery in July will bring more clarity.)