Stitched into being one thread at a time, the garden is soft, full, and so luxuriant that it almost seems to envelop the viewer in a gentle embrace. The flowers once imagined within my heart are gradually interwoven by hand to form a garden of their own. The little boy is hidden within. Here, he can be found with tenderness.
Comforting Whispers|A garden stitched into being, one thread at a time, gradually mends my heart.