So you remember those pockets I wove into this fabric couple months ago? Back then I was charmed by the idea that I could hide a small item in there – I could give this fabric a secret that is part of its structure and impossible to get out unless you break the fabric itself.
So I wrote this little poem, a gentle call out for being curious enough to break my beautiful hand woven linen fabric and messaged my lovely sculptor/jewel smith friend.
Yesterday we were finally able to realize my vision! These tiny bronze plaques are made to hide in the fabric – peeking through shiny enough that you see that there is something there to tease at your imagination but – impossible to get out or read without breaking it.
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