Recently I discovered a box of embroidered linen handkerchiefs in the attic. I used them in the 50’s and early 60’s in the breast pocket of my Catholic school uniform. Each one holds memories of a quiet, ordered childhood. The small embroideries of terrorists, harlequin hearts and eyes are meant to juxtapose the outside world with my inner thoughts and feelings.
In the end, these pieces are about good vs. evil, old vs. new, and my place within the passage of time.
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