Hand-embroidery is a patient practice. You have to respect time. You have to learn and invent gestures that you repeat, over and over and over, until patterns and images emerge.
I have a deep love for the last-call shirts on the 99-cent rack, the half-completed needlepoints, the swag caps, the remnants, the fragments, the orphaned furniture and the discarded napkins.
We don't have to settle for the generic mass-produced goods that are marketed to us. There is power in the unique transformation of ordinary objects.