Sometimes we lose our identity to our friends, overwhelmed by their ideas. In this piece I realized how little I knew Des. She had a lovely soulful piece and I came along with my whirlwind energy uprooting the field of flowers. We both were surprised when months later we kind of liked what we saw, but that it was missing a little piece. Pieces of me became Pieces of three as Eri joined in, knotting us together with meandering lines and bringing out the best of us.

Gesso, Oils, embroidery and stitch on Canvas