What is now proved was once only imagined.
~William Blake
Once bound, the back side of the pages become invisible. The back side reads so differently from the front. I like looking at it, if only for a short time in my studio. One can see how the fabrics were dyed, hand painted, mended, cut, sewn, and transformed to form seamless narratives on the front.
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It is interesting to see how fabrics worn 100 years ago fused with fabrics worn 10 years ago can create a simple verse, haiku or ballad.
One verse at a time, new poems are created by editing the old.
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