Noticing that many of the stitched rambles on "uncertainty" are map like markings- constellation, inuksuk, and now this town-like gridded place.
"Uncertainty" was begun with a questioning, a wondering of where I would wander next? I think my subconscious was trying to work out a path.
But, over the last few days, a new idea is coming into focus. Perhaps maps, at least this personal collection of blueprints, are not a design of which way to go, but rather, markings of where we have been, or even more true in this case, of where I am.
