read me a poem

The work of the 94 x 94 cm wallhanging called ‘read me a poem’ wasn’t always nice. I made almost every possible mistake. The first steps were quite ok, it was beautiful to embroider the squares and to do the paintings, but after stitching the lines together I lost the joy of this piece. So It was on one of the studio tables for a long time.

Early this morning (I couldn’t find much sleep this night) I went to the studio to finish it. The longer I look at it now the more I like it.

The note to myself is simple: finish the things if possible.