Eileen Kwan Handmade Story

a few heartbeats before dusk, low tide

Point No Point, is not an existential riddle, it’s a very special place.

When the soft needles on the larch turn bright yellow, there is no denying that it is the end of summer.and the end of the gardening season.

November Larch Ablaze, 2015

11″ x 15″

Layer upon layer of green, the trees in the rainforest soar above the shrubs lining the Pacific coast.

A skeletal running stitch to a fully-fleshed Tree and Moss on linen.

Exploration of the Pacific West Coast,

a slow and deliberate journey.

Perched on the edge of the pier, this humble shack called to me. Peering inside, I could make out a can of WD40 and odd bits of brightly coloured plastic, red, yellow, and green on the window ledge. These random artefacts might have belonged to a jug of paint thinner or a jar of peanut butter.

Still exploring the margins along the shore between land and water….

84 inches per square inch…and more

more margins, the edge, carved by the ebb and flow of the Ocean