1. Digital Quilt Comparison

 I decided to do my first post on this project without revealing too much. I've written a poem on my initial thoughts of seeing my first wonky portraits and my first cross stitch patterns versus my more recent work. 

I open an old digital file,  

Stored in a forgotten folder.  

Pixels stutter across the screen,  

Awkward and unsure.  

A symphony of mismatched hues,  

Each portrait  

A hesitant touch  

Between mouse and monitor.  

I witness the eagerness  

Of fingers craving creation,  

Yet lost in the learning.  

And now I glance at  

What my stylus can conjure,  

And I marvel at the evolution.  

Each stroke, each shade,  

A testament to resilience.  

No longer mere shapes,  

But whispers of spirit.  

My art breathes.  

It provokes and ponders,  

It demands engagement.  

I see the transformation  

Between then and now,  

Not with disdain,  

But with pride.  

Every flawed rendering  

Was a foundation stone,  

Every failed endeavor  

A murmur of hope.  

I cherish the early pixels,  

For they are the seeds  

That blossomed into this  

Vibrant, thriving garden  

Of imagination.  

And when observers pause  

To reflect on my work,  

I smile knowing  

The journey was worth  

Every glitch.  

Because art is not just  

About the final frame;  

It’s the story  

Of how we evolved.