A state of being incomplete, half done, or nearly started... perfection in the incompleteness.. .and maybe that is beautiful. These unfinished needlepoints are found stored in attics, closets, or cedar chests. The show ravages of times , some wear, some discolotation, wrinkles, scars, and all. And I have a billion of them! So watch for more—many many more.
(These needlepoint canvases are in their raw state—laundered and nothing more)