Threads in cups

Having thought I wouldn't be blipping today, I noticed the evening light had brightened with the setting sun penetrating the clouds. I nipped upstairs whilst waiting for the food to cook and tried to catch the nearly horizontal rays as they struck, or maybe stroked, Helena's collection which hangs on a bedroom wall. It is an assembly of strands of material, each of which sits in its own paper cup, mounted on a frame That is all I know. Helena isn't here to ask her more, so I'll ask her when she calls.