Kristen/ Bronson
Sometimes, I can't speak. Sometimes, I can't speak. w/ out... w/ and... Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... Monster Monster Monster let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... i am... i am... i'll never wear these again... Black.Heart Black.Heart A Conversation W/ Myself... Fibroid
the project
To speak freely. And w/out fear.

Sometimes sharp pieces need to come out softly. In a quiet voice. And in a shocking spray. Of fabric. And yarn. And in words that can't always be uttered.

Fifteen to twenty-five hundred quilts will be made. From old clothes. Memories. And glass. They are to be seen only together and in a gallery. Heavy weight, both in emotional content and density, these quilts are not bed friendly (unless you are a mentalist).

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