Moments of attending, honing in,

sinking into details

the meeting points

where these threads twist around that one,

the gap where those strands reach out,

creating a loop: a petal’s edge.

I return to piece

again and again.


Moments of attending the lace

eyes tracing lines of thread as ink marks the page.

Infinitesimal intersections open a space for wonder.

If I look hard enough, long enough, will I understand its making,

its maker?

I return to the piece

again and again.


Attending the drawing that transpired from those moments.

Attempting to understand lines made without looking.

Lines now excised from the page become a shape

A new piece of work

A response to another's unknown labour.

The final iteration, a shadow on the wall.

I return to this

again and again.