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Your Stories - Lesley B's story

Lesley B's story


What initially began as a stitched sample of layered fabrics evolved into a dense and unwieldy length of distressed cloth. As my father’s health deteriorated during his final illness I sat night after night, unable to sleep, cutting at the surface with a seam ripper, re-piecing the following day. After his death I made the fabric into a cloak, hand stitching each feather in place and attaching my photographs by cords. Viewed now as an act of reparation and acceptance of this personal event.

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