the cost of…

There’s a girl. An embroidered one, busy reducing the blue in her eyes. Rays and rays of blue cotton thread come out; she acts as if stringing a guitar, tightening the thread, rolling it round her palm. The thread leaves her eyes, leaves the frame defining her 2D self, there is less and less of her, soon she will be with us, enjoying the extra dimension…alas acquiring a form of a thread ball.

Clare Heathcote ( thread on line)