At twenty-five, Sumi Foley saved her grandma’s silk kimonos from the trash since her grandma had tired of them. An artist, Foley deconstructs these kimonos to recreate them as hand sewn fine art.
When one paints without sketching, it’s termed boneless, which is how Sumi embroiders the roses and hands on her hand-stitched patchwork in her “For My Love” series, made of silk kimono and silk organza.
Here’s a short interview with Foley, and inspiration for the timeless continuity of reconstruction and change.
I saw this car’s hand lettered sign
in its back window yesterday:
Funny, it appeared to be parked.
And I’m surprised this car attends church at all
unless it’s saying that
under this starlit sky
whatever/wherever we are,
we are sacred and always
Thank you to the editor of Marin Poetry Center Anthology VI for first publishing this poem.