Currently available | Handwoven tapestry with reclaimed yarn, mounted on painted canvas with handwritten original poetry and found objects | $275

Rhythm of Them

Soft dirt, tangled hair, clouds stretched edge to edge—

And the light in my children’s eyes?

So bright.

No measure, no marked trail. Only the rhythm of them:

running, cheering, becoming,

each step.

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