Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Growing up in Wyoming meant road trips along remote highways. The landscape varied from vast plains scattered with sagebrush, to mountain canyons with rivers running below. Each trip was an exploration of familiar, uninhabited territory.
The secluded drives left us surrounded by wilderness, but power lines were also an accompaniment. They seemed to measure the wide open distances ahead, mapping out the route to our destination, and providing comfort as I gazed out the windows.
The embroidery floss is a wonderful addition.