I wanted to draw into residue iron marks on sheets of cotton and I wished I could call up my Dad. I envisioned using crayons on the fabric and I imagined that he would have some interesting suggestion of material or approaches. Crayons were one of his special materials. Instead I had to invent my own roads. I could work from the well worn memory of corduroy and the Crayola crayons of my childhood and cross new edges into my own adult solutions.
"I kept inventing new roads
between the wales of corduroy
or were they rows of fields I traveled?--
All the distances to get away from--
it was then as now--
mere edges to cross."
--Diane Glancy, from "It Was Then," DIAGRAM (no. 9.5