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Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in".
The fabrics and stitching that is.
Out of boredom and frustration, I started thinking spring yesterday with needle and thread. I'm trying to find my way around a serious blank spot in my line of inner sight by making an end run with familiar techniques and materials.
I'll tell you what is hard...
writing is hard. Talk about making something from nothing. Sustaining the attention for your own story, the one you are making up as you go, is like walking into a room full of large fans whilst holding a bunch of helium balloons on very thin, greasy strings.
On the news front, I am talking with the owner of a local bookstore that also has a large meeting/classroom that doubles as an art gallery. They have never had fiber art there. So far, it looks like a one woman show in April at a great location that gets a good bit of traffic that didn't come just for the eye candy. More when the details are hammered out.