What can you ever really know of other people's souls - of their temptations, their opportunities, their struggles? One soul in the whole creation you do know: and it is the only one whose fate is placed in your hands.
How do you make a human being? Does the divine stitch each of us together from a vast array of materials? We are each unique, and yet like a sewing pattern we are all essentially the same. Like a custom-fitted suit, I wonder how much one can alter one’s skin, one’s soul. In "Pattern Pieces", a strong pair of hands explores their humanity and decisions as to what to hold on to, what to discard, and what needs to be “cut to fit”. Like all things in life, the unfinished stitching shows that the soul is a work in progress, not unlike searching for that “perfect outfit”.
February 1st, 2008
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