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I have finished 100 of the 1000 tiny pillows. It definitely is an extraordinary experience! I have given away 90. The response has been overwhelmingly positive and that's all. I am learning to detach from any and all outcomes. I do however find myself wondering if they are resonating with people and or touching people in the places that I cannot see. I guess I must let that go as well. It's just that I often want my art to mean something. Well, it means something to me. This project will bring up things inside of me that need healing on some levels. Example. When I sit under my warming blanket hand stitching the pillows closed, I find myself sometimes with tears in my eyes. The act of the stitch becomes a bandage for some parts of me that hurt. The pillow at that point becomes a container or soft vessel holding hurt safely because of the "poly-fill/fiber-fill" that fills the inner space up. I have come to realize that giving support to others sometimes doesn't feel that good when you are cradling self-doubt. Exploring different feelings have arisen depending on the design of each pillow. I usually don't plan. I just sort of allow my hands to pick a color or pattern and then I feel something. Sometimes, it's glorious and sometimes it's painful. In the first pillow above, (yellow branches) This was painful. I didn't really connect with the darkness of the fabric but after I finished, I remembered one cloudy, misty, cold, windy January Sunday, taking a stroll along the beach and crying my eyes out. I was thinking about the support that I often give my closest friends and how sometimes it's not returned. Nevertheless, on this particular cloudy, misty, cold, windy January Sunday, I felt supported
by the release of my tears.