On Reverie & 'Negative Capability' In The Internet Age
On places in my life where wandering is allowed, and not knowing is encouraged.
The turquoise fabric I hold in my hands is covered in beading over mesh, pink and white flowers covering the sleeves and bodice. I am in the middle of ripping apart seams, one stitch pulled at a time, to re-sew the entirety together. It is 7 pm on a cold night in February, and while I tug and pull at the fabric, my mind wanders. I pull a full sleeve off, the momentary satisfaction of one more piece separated, and as I do so, the usual topics come up.