One pot, many hands.
MamaForty-two stitchers share a single soup-kitchen scene. Every figure stays the same height, so no one's labour outranks another's.
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Four customs that hold the panel together.
Saturated, never washed-out.
Six to ten vermilions, cobalts and marigolds layer in one composition. Pastels betray the festival; we keep the dye-pot full.
The cordillera stays in frame.
Sky, mountain, village, courtyard — four horizontal bands anchor every panel. The eye climbs the page the way a footpath climbs the Andes.
Every stitch signs a name.
Hands are uneven; threads land where they land. We leave the seams visible so the panel remembers who held the needle that afternoon.