As with the embroidery the roving has been roaming, wending its way along one path
and then turning, as my mind twists also, to forge a new way forward.
Striating itself. Merging and overlapping, once again taking form, where before was empty canvas.
The density and dimension of the roving adds a new layer, only hinted at with the embroidery thread.
The yarn brings depth of colour and a saturated heaviness, sodden with dark red wine and moss.
There is weight and texture which intensifies with contrast to the light and line of the thread.