Composing

 

This is the part I like the best. Round up a bundle of likely suspects. There will be a commonality I can't quite put my finger on while snatching them out of the baskets and boxes. 

Then I'll take them someplace out of character - out of the studio is a biggie. Different place, different light, different eyes.

Then the interviews begin. Shapes, colors, textures. Things that cozy up. Others rebel. 

I start to lay things out on a base without knowing why. Flying blind and under the influence.

I had an hour to pass while Charlie had math tutoring.

A shady, quiet corner of the parking lot. Good music on the box.

Things fell or were pushed into place. Moved, torn, divided, and replaced.

There were pins. Many pins.

My pins are loud, yellow-headed devils that are very distracting. 

Then comes the hopscotch basting. Half-inch stitches with a single strand of turquoise rayon. Easy to snip and replace if needed.

This was presented with coffee.

There were onlookers galore.

And once the day warmed up (it only scratched the mid sixties here today) I took the project outside.

Neighbors came to gawk.

Not the finale. Tomorrow, I'll take it all back outside. There will be changes.