Contours is in correspondence with my poetry series 16 Textures for a Lost Home. The canvas fabric used is a floor plan of sorts from the house in the poem. Each of the textures from the poem have 2 words lifted in the place where they would most correctly exist in this floor plan, create a new Frakenstein poem. Contour lines are sewn in a light blue stitch, lifted and loose over each of the words. The lines are meant to evoke contour lines like on some OS maps, representing not height in this case but centrality and time spent (the darting lines going south east most densely packed in the part that would run between bedroom and kitchen table). Through the lines are red thread meanders. A common route? Left heat? Disturbed air? Choreography? A bit of them all. I wanted 2 but it was just two messy. Read simply, the new poem reads:

Regular shoes

quick messy

had 24

a coaster

is a

different place

like suction

important distinction

were stars

didn’t notice outside the

flat palm

as warming

on the

gaps under

big enough

These will not always be direct quotes if the poems are edited over time. But in a description of a faded thing, I am happy with this piece of artwork inhabiting the place the poems were when I made it. The correspondence in this case is more static.