In Longing and Belonging, I stitched a temporary dwelling—one that I could easily assemble during my journey of returning to an imagined place within the self.

Within this dome, a veil-thin wall of perception might encompass me. This transparent membrane, like thought, could be the only separation between one reality and another.


The piecing together of small fragments of indigo dyed cloth restores separated parts that belong to the whole. When all colour has been bleached out, the fluid that sustains life washes again over parched land and nourishes the spirit.

This watery place in my memory would continually recede leaving me temporarily abandoned on the shore, yet certain in the knowledge that the great cycles of returning would show me possibilities for a new beginning.