An entry hole and an exit hole.  Wounded fabric.  A bleeding path of trailing thread, torn, or lost along the way.  Hole after hole.  The needle rises and falls, at times brushing close to the face, at times far from it. Sometimes it vanishes behind a screen, and you can only guess from where it will return. A practiced hand finds, through the fabric’s dense weave, the next stopping point. The other hand, less skilled, is startled by the sharp flicker of pain.   Stitch upon s

Tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic… A needle taps over and over on a sheet of paper, each stroke piercing it. The action focuses on a specific area,...

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