Love texture. Don’t even need to touch it to love it. The more imperfect the better. I simply let my eyes travel over the ripples and crevasses. It’s as if worlds exist in the spaces in between. I’ve been acquiring cover papers loaded with texture.
I’ve offered the blue in my shop and
I’m trying to decide
Looking at it close up,
I believe it may be destined for a knitting journal.
All those fibers,
what would be more perfect?