There is just a bit of green. It's ok.
I decided to call this one Lost Moon Like a Basket. Continued from here. Because that is how it went. How it holds scraps of self. Of course now it is found but the lost part is a more important part of the story here. It was lost once before, the center section being an old what if from years ago. I kind of forget sometimes how lost and found is such a natural order , a balancing act, when it comes to creative thought. How it might rock you. Become a form in itself, taking the shape of persistence.
This cloth is rather small. 8 inches by 14" about, including the fringe. But is seems bigger to me somehow. It has had a long life.
And here it is, another day. And I could add a bit more to it. But I won't. It's ok.