Who goes there?

Something about this door is attractive. I think it's the lines, the repetition the sage grey and white ... but what got me interested was that this door belongs to the electorate office of a politician. I'm wondering who goes there?
Up a nearby detour and the sun was beating upon this empty arc of shops, and again I had to wonder, who goes there?
Not some ancient stone carving, nor exquisitely arranged art piece but the most alive thing in the dark place. Once upon a time, a tile had gone there.



True Grit



Lines on lines

Lines

Whenever a "break in the traffic" occurs, an ongoing hand sewing project emerges. Lines. Lines of stitching. Lines of fabric. Lines of torn strips. Lines of lines. Lines on lines. These pieces are from the indigo dyed fabrics and threads with Ankie King. All the lovely lines.