Words that drift away

I finally took the plunge and decided to fully dissolve the embroidered text piece I made for Art in the Woods. Carefully trying to wash away the residue in the bath and tease apart the tangled words met with varying degrees of success. But certainly worth doing to record the stages of disintegration.

The disintegration of the text into something illegible has a sense of fragility to it; making and unmaking, allowing something to be undone. It reminds me of the idea of wabi sabi.