Friday, 8 March 2019

Gardens of the Heart

My piece is in line 1 of this 3 artist collaborative textile  poem. Written on the night of the blood moon. Through the mango leaves a blood moon rising. I often glimpse the moon tracking through the mango leaves of the enormous tree in my yard.
This international collaboration was developed and curated by India Flint. Each willing participant was prescribed a line 1,2 or 3.  They stitched up to nine words. They were sent off to Adelaide South Australia where the lines were stitched together. They were then beautifully exhibited in the Lobethal woollen mills gallery amongs bunches of hanging flowers and a myriad of tiny fairy lights. A true Garden of the Heart

The serendipitous poem ,  one of 85 poems reads as

‘Through  mango leaves a moon
Filled with awe and wonder
We join our hearts’





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