|Words and writing by Andy and me.
And this makes me silly happy, even in my affliction.
|My mami's beautiful handwriting.
Still collecting and still stitching. I feel like a bird gathering twigs and fiber for a nest. I feel like a mad, giddily nerdy archivist digging through a vat of letters.
|Word and writing by me.
I feel like an Absinthe-drinking, word-obessesed character from a Borges story... a passionate, intense, woman dressed in black, with bright red lips, glasses and a mad look in her dark eyes who whispers, "give me more words," in a breathy voice into the ears of the fellow word-afflicted.
|Word by Lisa RK, writing by mami.
The more clear-headed of you ask, what are you making? A perfectly rational question. And if you know me, you know that I am a perfectly rational person about many things.
|Saudade, word and writing by Ron.
|Kumquat by Chris, writing by mami.
But about these stitched words... I am not. And I don't know yet what I'm making. Right now I'm just doing. Collecting and stitching words and asking you, in my most beseeching voice, "tell me a word."
|Words and writing by Marcus and Juline.
|Word and writing by Bryony
(I adore the words you've given to me, in your comments, in person, in email. I'm grateful for your grace.)
|Bar stitching. Grace by Jamie MrXStitch Chalmers,
writing by mami.
|Word and writing by Susan.
What else am I making? Well, I have ideas racing around. An idea for a tiny, naughty-fun Valentine for my squeeze. And idea for a tiny portrait in red floss. And I'd like to stitch up a handkerchief for this Danish war project.
|Wanton by Ellen Schinderman, writing by mami.
But what am I making with all of these words? I don't know. I know that I see a massive collection of fabric, stitch, paint and words. In the writing of all of these different hands.
|Word and writing by Monique.
|People on Fire, by Guillermo Kuitca, 1993.
Perhaps the stitch-speration for this giant, crazy project was this painting from the NC Museum of Art that I saw last summer called, "People on Fire" by Argentine artist Guillermo Kuitca.
|Word and writing by me, the afflicted.
For now I can only smile and reach out to you and ask again, will you spare me a word? Ask your friends. For me.