Edits

That's more like it.
 

groping in the cold sunshine

 I'm not sure what's more important to me right now. Balance or impact. 

These pieces were impossibly scrunched up but I didn't want to find the iron. I washed them in the sink and spread them here and there to dry.

The third piece from the top is impossible to photograph. Silk that is opalescent.

Nothing is going to come of this because I was really looking for a ground to stitch some text on. I'm not even sure what text. 

This is not suitable for that so, I'll just leave it there on the wall. See if it has anything else to say in time.

A Wednesday suspended

 

The strong sunlight called me to dig the river basket out of the closet and take a look. See if anything needed needle and thread.

I took a handful of pictures and kept comparing the captures to the real thing before conceding the exceeding blue-ness of my favorites. What was that about at the time?

Anyway, I was about to pull everything out of the basket when the phone rang. 

Shorty and his sore throat needed to be fetched from school. It was a good day to watch a lot of Larva and We Bare Bears. I drew the line at Pinky Malinky. They talk too much. 

I am so glad to be able to do this. 

2.6.22.

 

spring cleaning

In the shuffling of stuff, my thread box got dumped. It was overstuffed so it was more like a spew.

Sorting the colors threatened to give me a headache. The colors I gravitate to rarely fix in once camp or another. What I know to be true - how they look on the skein is far from how they look in a stitch. The variables are too many to count.

This tray got more consideration, beautiful blank slate that it is. Got a thorough cleaning for the first time in memory. Jude, you may have had one like it. At SVA, a painting teacher encouraged us to get this large enamel tray and give up the romantic notion of the quaint wooden pallette with a hole in it for your thumb. He was right. 

This tool has Served valiantly. Beyond art, it has brought meals to bedsides and even did a short stint as a sled. Now I think of it as the Make Tray. Yesterday it staged a Lego project.

Nothing moves me.      Yet.