A state of being incomplete, half done, or barely started... perfection in the incompleteness.. .and maybe that is beautiful. These unfinished needlepoints are found stored in attics, closets, or cedar chests. They show ravages of times , some wear, some discoloration, 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—a bit rustic — laundered and nothing more)