She draws:

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I stitch:

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I make pictures with clouds,

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I see faces in rocks, (Aren’t they cute?)

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And I see hearts in a bowl of freshly-dug potatoes:

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I do the same thing with Nancy’s drawings, you know: I crane and strain to see something recognizable, something familiar, something that makes meaning out of uncertainty, and something that explains what sure seems like the unfairness of life that lands me here and Nancy there. Why am I doing this project? That’s a question I’m often asked – a question I often ask myself – and the answer is: I don’t know . . . yet. It’s just something I can’t not do. So for now, we are just two women, involved in a collaborative art project. Two women brought together by the geography of love.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.