Every evening, after a day of work when her son is already asleep, Sima would sit down and embroider delicate thin lines to a composition of drawings as a song written on page, as jewelry adorns the house...
The Big Bird I Dreamt Of
made in 1985
In my dreams a great bird comes bursting out of the blazing blue of a sea – riding the wind on enormous wings over frothy waves. She has neither face nor soul: instead, an endless engine of dots, lines and forms propel her forward.