Ribbons of fabric tied like flowers. Is art creation or imitation? To the Seamstress with gnarled knuckles, the ribbons are difficult to gather. A Child helps her; both find play and expression. The Seamstress thinks, when I was young, I’d tie the fanciest of knots. The Child thinks, when I am old I will tie the fanciest of knots. The fabric ribbons don’t look as imagined. Between the two, a Love Bond of Art has formed and as they grow—artists and art—the creators think more of the act than the “-est” of their creations. Flowers forever between.
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Lovely! 💕