Dappled stitching stretching back towards the sun.
Kisses and crosses hide in the shadows.
Every new stitch affects the whole.
There is a push and a pull to balancing my work.
As the stitches in the shadows increase
that first row of tiny flames around the sun have faded into insignificance.
So as I stitch my mind wanders back to them
thinking through how to bring them back into balance.
And you will remember the beginnings of this piece involved
a million pale stitches for silver birch tree trunks.
This too is now out of balance creating a distraction rather than
adding to the whole story.
Darker, more like a shadow, would be better.
The thought of unpicking all that fills me with dread!
Perhaps painting/dyeing each stitch would work?!