Birds and flowers
The Chinese once had a whole school of painting devoted to birds and flowers. The study of it was part of the contemplation of place. And one's place in it. Losing one's place was losing the pattern and order of everything.
But sometimes making a little chaos in the order can be fun.
Sometimes a needle can be a little subversive despite its seeming to carry the thread humbly in it head.
The subtext is in the seams.
Occasionally a hiccough helps.
A knot holds.
The pricked finger wears a spot of blood like a red beret.
The world is all about birds and flowers.