Momentarily frozen in the desert sand or scraped into the paint of a peeling, city shack.
The most amazing and frightening dream was that I stumbled on an injured deer in a forest and she had my face.
My self portrait sketch became my face trapped in the bark of an oak.
I want to make more of these portraits with more careful stitching. Stitching is such a slow process... it was fun and freeing to approach this piece as a sketch. I made large, looping split stitches to outline the bark. I took a little more care with my face, but I didn't sweat each stab of the needle like I normally do.
But still, the process is slow. To get more detail, color and shading for this image... that will take even more time. I can document the deterioration of my face for the next 30 years.
This is exciting.