SUNDAY MUSE | FIELD NOTES.

A THREAD OF TINY STICHES

there is something about hand work that stops the noise in my head. holding a needle and thread, the small precise movements, the repetition... i just get lost in it. deeper and deeper I go, one stitch at a time. i wasn't trying to make anything of great substance here, just working on some small stitches for patches for these Levi's. it's silent work and free therapy, really.

but that's the thing I've found about making with your hands. it gets you out of your head without asking permission, and honestly, it happens before you even notice. the needle goes in and comes back out, you pull the thread through, in and out, forward and back, over and over again, and somewhere in that rhythm something calms and settles. and i keep thinking about how that's not so different from how we move through life. we're all just making our way through, circling back, layering, pausing, returning to things we thought we'd left behind, and somehow all of those tiny movements are creating this intricate design we call our life.

xx,

Michel