Structure

I read an article on pandemic fatigue which talked about how our days can become a blur.

In this portrait l began what l intended to be rows of neat cross stitch. The stitches rapidly became very freewheeling and turned into a net surrounding and holding me up.

This net is strong and flexible.

Without routines and schedules my task is to weave my own.

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