Perfection
What is perfection anyway? This hand embroidered vintage motorcycle kind of encapsulates my understanding of the word. It’s a metaphor for how one careless word or hundreds of them can slowly chip away at ones self esteem until there is nothing left but rebuilding the pieces. I made this motorcycle several years ago, I was still married then. I looked at a picture of a vintage motorcycle and tried to embroider it meticulously bit by bit as my embroidery needle is a better illustrator than a pen. It took me weeks and I was oh so proud of it. My then husband took one look at it and said it was awful as the tires weren’t round enough. He was probably right but I was shattered nonetheless. It was during my get out of my box phase. His one remark which by the way wasn’t meant to hurt me ,just an observation, made this art piece a devastating failure. It’s probably why I still have it today. Perfection is an illusion. It...