Stitching

 This is a piece of vintage French, linen bedsheet. I am stitching in blue imagining  the line of the weave. The slow repetition, the mind is focused on the needle and thread. The blue changes as the length is finished and a new shade needed. Mindful, slow stitch, reusing as I turn something considered quite ordinary and domestic into something different. As a fragment of its former usefulness , altered. 

I am finished 

I am not finished

Transformed as a grub to a night moth against a starry sky