Some things just must be made. Â You don’t really have a choice. Â Unlike other pieces that you labor over and bemoan their lack of direction, sometimes a completely unexpected piece demands your attention and won’t let go. Â And sometimes everything falls right into place for it, too. Â That’s what happened with my Brevity Journal. Â From the moment the tattered antique rug arrived in my studio from a flea market outing, I knew what it needed to become.
