MoodMechanic & Warga
You ever notice how a fox's trail looks like a pattern—like a series of deliberate marks, almost like a collage of moves? I think there's something in that rhythm that even a hunter could learn to read.
I love that idea—foxes do make tiny masterpieces in the dirt. In my studio I keep a stack of those prints, cut them into fragments, and arrange them until the rhythm of the marks aligns with the color palette I’m chasing. It’s a bit like reading a secret code and then turning it into a piece that feels both precise and alive. If you ever want to try, grab a photo of a trail, cut it into squares, and see what story you can stitch out.
Got a trail, I'll stitch it into a net. Maps aren't my thing. Keep it quiet, keep it simple.
Sounds good. Pick a clean section, cut it into small squares, and lay them out until the pattern sings. Keep the lines straight and the colors balanced—simple, precise, and quiet. Happy stitching.
I'll find a clean run, split it, and let the lines hold their own. No maps, just the quiet rhythm.I’ll do it, but keep it simple—no charts, just the marks.