last weekend, while visiting mom and doing a few fall chores my brother removed the now abandoned nest from the birdhouse (and took another great photo). what a surprise i thought, not just the making of a home from scrap but how the boundary helped define its beauty so.
i got to thinking about making things and how we gather bits and pieces from the chaos around us. how little is actually within our reach and how we work within the challenge of our own limitations...how the ultimate shape of all that process defines us.
there was a pile of scraps on the studio floor this morning. i was stressing to get organized all week. and so....realizing the pretense of such control, i gave in and simply made it into a nest.
... believe me... making the nest was easier than getting this picture. but i needed to catch that thought. i rested there for a while dreaming and wondering what shape my process will ultimately reveal.
