Mid-way through felting...
...the merino roving...
...and the paper...
...start to meld.
As the felting continues...
...the words become less and less legible...
...but I like to imagine that the soul of the poetry...
...remains in the body of the vessel.
Next time: the finished project.
2 comments:
Intriguing indeed. Even if you can't read the text, you will know it is there...
Rachel-- yes...subliminal messenging...like in advertising, except honorable! ;)
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