i have been focused on eyes lately (ha! that sounds so funny) and i caught sight of this eye in my work table this morning. it is marred from all the pinning and cutting but it is still there, beautiful, looking back at me as always. it made me think of mom, how her eyes have slowly become clouded with cataracts, but how just the other day (thanksgiving it was) she looked me right in the eye and said, "you know, the best thing about getting older is that you can finally see clearly, see things for what they are..."
i have in my head that it is related to storytelling, this vision thing. like making out patterns in the darkness as your eyes adjust to your surroundings. it is about seeing and also being seen. there are many new symbols in this one. i am paying more attention to that lately. the personal aspect of representation. i will finish this one today. it is a small cloth but it is a keeper of many eyes.