I love to spin a tale. But for months now, I’ve been spun by them. So when my friend sent me a photo of an abstract piece of yarn art she’d seen while in South Africa, I had to smile–and then make one of my own. When my 28-year old son saw it, he assumed it was all about stress–but it isn’t at all.
Turn it one way and it’s March, blowing in.
Turn it another, and it’s the bottom of the deep blue.
My son wanted a picture of me holding it for his new style blog on Instagram, but my hair was a wreck. So I held the canvas in front of my face and called it a self-portrait.
What do you see?
Who would you be?
Have fun with it, or why art at all?
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