I like open space, empty as a prairie,
all life teeming below, in taxonomic ranks,
arranged and neatly folded in divided drawers,
and yet I save each fabric scrap, gather roadside “finds,”
cherishing dried flowers, bare spools and wine corks,
believing that someday … I’ll transform them into art.
I like the cherita form because it has external order but you can do anything you want inside the lines.