Telo

made from scraps of paper and fabric that i couldn’t through away because of the magic of my memory i see the doodles i remember the moment like i am there again. some fade some come and go some stand our more than others the fabric also tells a story however different. cloth is painstaking to make even with industrial processes it is kilograms of water more than one growing season separating fibers spinning them weaving dying printing. i cant let go of that story. i want to preserve the scraps and care for them as if they were gold