Working with a black and white palette continues to pique my creative interest. As I was crafting these tags, I found myself pairing this classic combination with black and crème Lokta paper and miscellaneous earrings, buttons, and findings. Very quickly, the mismatched became a suitable match for gifting.
The recycled wool was salvaged from a garment worn in 1995. The coins bear a date of 1965. The vintage linens are older still.
With each stitch, it’s as if past becomes present, evolving ever slowly into anticipated future.
To be relieved of oneself
is the greatest freedom.
To escape one’s own incessant pleadings,
For what is to be found in such desultory speak?
Nothing it seems,
but the impractical,
and more often than not,
There is only one voice,
other, yet the same,
that speaks as I vacate myself-
kind mother, wise woman, friend.
It is the voice I will not silence.
Instead, I welcome her to that place of being,
where birthing, believing, and beatification are born,
where listening and living become the house of prayer.
- l. katherine roberts