Old Jean Blues

There is something about a pair of old, loved, used and tattered jeans. They have that feeling of knowing your body so well, clothing and protecting it for so long, they become comfortably trusted friends.

When they fall apart and become thin at the knees, so thin they rip, you don't want to throw them away - they are not trash.

In the past I would paint jeans that got spattered with paint or bleach. These days I prefer to embroider and collage. Much like mending broken vessels with gold...