To illustrate a simple poem, I went to a textile shop in the old garment center of Manhattan and bought the dull yellow linen for the background and patches of colorful silk. Troels was doubtful when I showed him the mix of colors and announced that they would turn it into a wall hanging (40 x 55″). Now, a few years later, he still likes the outcome.

The sewing was done by hand to avoid machine rattling so that Troels could enjoy the peace of Northern Michigan during the winter holidays. To the original shapes of the wall hanging, I added some symbols for events in our life such as the little piece of wool on the wrong side of the river, commemorating our dog.