"Satellite of Love"

At the Ould Triangle, Greenwood, Seattle, about three Sunday afternoons ago, I was doing that shit that I do with napkins and crosses, and there was a fine country band playing, and, as I discovered later, a woman at the bar had been trying to get my attention for awhile (I was sitting at a table in the window).

When the music was over she stopped by and said (as previously indicated), "I was trying to get your attention."  I said something like, "Okay, great," because what was there to say? "What are you doing?" she asked.  I tried to explain it, as briefly as possible.  "Do you sell them?" she asked.  "Well wouldn't that be something," I said.  "Maybe some day."  Then she asked, "Can I have one?" (I'd done maybe 6 brand new ones at that point, new styles on an old theme.)  So I told her that none of them were really DONE, but I chose one that I liked the least (that is to say it was the one that was the least complete, the one that was most in the "that's not quite right but I'll figure it out at some point" stage) and I said, sure, why don't you have this one.  She was ecstatic (like the Holy Women became ecstatic after Christ's death and resurrection, especially in certain European paintings).  To be honest, it made me happy, too.  I took a quick snap in case I wanted to remake it, and you can see it below.

Tore the ends off five matches for the wounds and then simply taped them to the napkin.  Then took two of the leftover matchsticks and made a smaller cross which was glued in place.  It seemed clear to me what the title was immediately after placing the smaller cross.