Every time I drive by Vermillion Cliffs, which straddle the Utah-Arizona border, I am struck by the beauty of their shapes and colors in the sun, and by the mysteries and lessons they present. They seem solid and unchanging, yet they reflect the effects of time, wind and a vanished sea. Everything, even the rocks, are like sadows that change their shapes and go.
An unfinished red table runner from a thrift store was slashed and restittched to approximate a mountain view. It was again slashed to expose the river, then embellished with various found fabrics, machine and hand stitching. The rocks were collected in Arizona.