Patchwork Dada

In order to use up scraps (before they take
over completely...), and to get things a bit
more in order around here, I started on a couple
of projects for which I just take what scraps are
at hand, sewing them together without thinking
too much about what will come of it...
Here´s No. 1...













... made from small cotton and linen rectangles
and stray pen-on-fabric words from (other people´s)
poems. Since I decided not to butcher work by
others (except songs, they´re public domain in
a broader sense than poems...) for my stitching
any more, I rearranged them towards a new meaning:

In a poem another room,
like ways to look at
unblurry unanimity,
as we look at a child,
a bird, the horizon.

I meant to add a border to it, with a splash of
colour, but then...













... inspired by this and remembering this - I taped it
to a window...
























Ha ha, neighbours with the evil eye (in case there
are, who knows...) - no chance for you here any more...