Moments of attending, honing in,
sinking into details
the meeting points
where these threads twist around that one,
the gap where those strands reach out,
creating a loop: a petal’s edge.
I return to piece
again and again.
Moments of attending the lace
eyes tracing lines of thread as ink marks the page.
Infinitesimal intersections open a space for wonder.
If I look hard enough, long enough, will I understand its making,
its maker?
I return to the piece
again and again.
Attending the drawing that transpired from those moments.
Attempting to understand lines made without looking.
Lines now excised from the page become a shape
A new piece of work
A response to another's unknown labour.
The final iteration, a shadow on the wall.
I return to this
again and again.