Kind Sir: Lost and of your same kind I have turned around twice with my eyes sealed and the woods were white and my night mind saw such strange happenings, untold and unreal. And opening my eyes, I am afraid of course to look-this inward look that society scorns- Still, I search in these woods and find nothing worse than myself, caught between the grapes and the thorns. Excerpt from "Kind Sir: These Woods" By: Anne Sexton
Return to the Heart, 2019
cotton rug warp loom waste 21 x 35 inches