This piece went on to be beaded, but I had to make it plain again as the beads just did not belong, and took away the velvetty softness of the colours, which are some cotton fabrics I dyed myself; that way, there's an irregularity that rests the eyes, much like the hills of Dorset. A short psalm, and a short blog page. Nuff said. (But I hope the clasped hands in two almost-the-same shades of skin aren't fighting!)
Psalm 133
This piece went on to be beaded, but I had to make it plain again as the beads just did not belong, and took away the velvetty softness of the colours, which are some cotton fabrics I dyed myself; that way, there's an irregularity that rests the eyes, much like the hills of Dorset. A short psalm, and a short blog page. Nuff said. (But I hope the clasped hands in two almost-the-same shades of skin aren't fighting!)
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