Until it becomes art

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.


My husband is an artist and self-confessed pack rat, and I’m definitely a magpie. When my sister-in-law was visiting, she picked something up and said, “Quick, throw it away before it becomes art!”

I like the cherita form because it has external order but you can do anything you want inside the lines.


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