The newly added border brings a sense of completion to the piece. The striped background — vibrant in purple and green — acts as a playful Passepartout, framing the work with unexpected rhythm and contrast. It doesn’t simply contain the composition; it energises it. The repetition of lines anchors the dynamic inner world, giving structure to the tactile, dreamlike textures at the centre. This final stitching holds everything together — not to restrict, but to celebrate the tension between freedom and form.
There is a garden
I no longer name,
but its shade lingers—
in folds of silk,
in threads of red dust,
in the hush between stitches.
It grows inward now,
rooted in silence,
blooming only
when the heart remembers
without needing to speak.
Felt, Paint & Reflection 