thoughts about a disappointing moon loomed. perspective interposed. how on earth could a moon be disappointing? played with fragments. created the reflection of a silk moon over a cotton, linen and silk landscape.
when i stepped back to examine what had been needled into existence, an overly cheerful little tusker danced through with whispers of promised flowers tossed into the sky and scattering the grassy ground around him!
in the snippets of time i've managed to grab between shifts, i've found a new friend. a happy little friend. with very large tusks and a penchant for dancing in the moonlight!
it will be fun stitching him down and embroidering in the flying flowers...