this motheaten blouse was hanging limply from a stem alongside my walking trail. i took it off its hanger, and, despite the frayed collar and the raveled sleeves, decided to try it on. i think it suits me.
beetle eaten burdock leaf, dried
grass lake regional trail, saint paul, minnesota
Your work is exquisite. Each of your pieces makes me look again at my own world. The imperfection here is perfect.
I am not sure why I like this image so much. Like you, I immediately saw a feminine,gossamer wisp of a bodice or blouse. Beautiful lost fairy clothes trailing away to nothing. Thanks for the little dream, today.