This morning I wasn’t planning to make art. I was simply cleaning my studio table. The little scraps had gathered, as they always do. A few loose threads. An empty embroidery floss label. Tiny offcuts of fabric. A business card. Wisps of black cotton tangled together. Fragments that looked like they had already served their purpose. And yet… I couldn’t throw them away. Instead, I opened my altered book. There is something deeply freeing about these pages because they ask f