The words on the back of this piece are from a poem I wrote
on May 2, 2020, about my need to escape to some safe place beyond
the Pandemic, the need, perhaps for a magic carpet, soft and gentle:
"A plague of humans gobbles up the planet.
In a blink of history, life as we know it could end
with grim death by mass selfishness.
Yet we begin life as precious and innocent as wildflowers.
Where is a safe place for my spirit to thrive?"
silk velveteen, mini-carpet hand-woven with silk threads and yarn,
beaded edge, 2.5 x 3.5 inches