What have I done here? Selected reds and yellows and copied one poem or essay or journal entry over and over in repetitive WordLayers style. But instead of paper I used a 12" x 12" square of burlap canvas. The result was flat and uninteresting. So I scanned that square and dumped it into Photoshop wherein I cut it into pieces and strips, pieces and strips over and under and sometimes around. Sometimes translucent and sometimes just dull and then bold. There are spaces where the naked canvas shows through and that seemed too raw for me but I left it because it is true to the fabric. It is here that I discovered the integrity of the medium--pen, ink, fabric. The only fuss is the confusion of place--where one piece meets another and you know by feel whether belonging occurs. Yet I went to places that felt unsafe anyway and stayed awhile.