We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always--
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
-- T.S.Eliot from Four Quartets
So I gathered together several bits and strips, and
sewed them together to create fabric large enough to lay out the pattern pieces -
"And all shall be well and
All manner of things shall be well"
After stitching, I decided not to turn the body.
Instead I washed it vigorously to encourage soft frayed edges,
like a care-worn traveller.
I kept these seams exposed -
a raggedy, bitsy assemblage.
I sewed on a spare hand over the abdomen with a running stitch,
and then created a spiral over this with a red running stitch -
"And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started"