— What is this made of?
— Wool. Time. A morning I almost forgot.
— Is it a landscape?
— Not exactly. But it echoes one—internal, shifting, maybe imagined.
— Then what are these forms?
— Movements. Memory-scars. Shapes I’ve felt more than seen.
— Why felt?
— Because it listens. Because it holds without hardening.
— And the stitches?
— Small anchors. Quiet insistence. The need to mark where I’ve been.
— Are you telling a story?
— Not in words. But something is speaking here.
— To whom?
— To myself, mostly. But maybe also to someone who’s felt this texture too.
— And when it’s finished?
— Then it becomes a place. A place to return to.
Felt Collage 50 X 40 cm | 2025
Felt, Paint & Reflection 