Spools. Wooden spools. Lots of them. Some came from my grandmother's sewing box, some came from sewing supplies bought at yard sales and auctions. Some came from thrift shops. I painted them, half one color and half another. I cut out images of heads and eyeballs for both ends in order to lend them a figurative quality. Assorted yarns and threads were wound around each. Most of these fibers were those unraveled by my mother while we were in Hilton Head, a leftover tangle used as public school teaching supplies. I button-hole stitched into the twirl of yarn. On some I added French knots and on others I added chain stitches. I used lots of metallic blending thread too. I never use this thin thread anymore but I had plenty of it from over a decade ago when I did some cross stitch (yuck!) I'm considering these spools as relics from an imaginary civilization. Currently, I'm using the same techniques on a box of semi-rusted, large nuts and bolts I found in a back room at Hiller Hardware before they moved. Steve is calling them "little Chinese men" or strange pawns for a chess set. Pictures of these to come!