I was born. When I was eight years old my best friend’s mom, Mrs. Smith, taught me to thread a needle and stitch a flower. I’ve never stopped. Red is my favorite color. I think the back of a piece, with its tangled knotted threads, is more interesting than the front. It’s mysterious, like a secret about a secret.
Lee also has a red thread and linen piece, “Untitled,” inside the essay “In Praise of Folly,” in Issue I: Doing It Wrong.
Pieces by Lee Perlman Allen