broke window

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Artist Notes

© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved _____________________________________________________________________________________________ For several months I've sat, almost every evening, undisturbed, by the same window in the gathering gloom, expecting nothing, wanting it all – embroidering quietly with furrowed brow and busy hands, filling the creamy blank muslin with visions in silk, hoping – always hoping – to get the pattern to a place where I'd be comfortable enough to set the hoop aside and live a bit. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ There have been those occasions, less rare than I'd like to admit, when I've pushed the needle through carelessly and gouged myself awake, startled into action to prevent the bright and living blood from staining my stitches. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ A fortnight ago, during a quiet bloodless spell of stitching, the crystal crash of a rock through a window caught me dreaming. I leapt from my chair with an involuntary shriek. Dropping needle, hoop and thread I ran, heedless of the night, out the door into the velvet blackness, hoping to spy the miscreant who shattered my glass and my silence. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Of course no such person waited, having satisfied whatever destructive urges aimed the rock, and had rushed away into the arms of darkness, safe from my recriminations. ~ from "Rock Through a Window," © 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved