The studio is tidy. Ready for a new season after months of inactivity. Lessening has begun to show. There seems to be a place for everything. Or just less. I know what I have. I am collecting all the small unfinished pieces. Rolling them one over the other. Storing them like layered scrolls. This is saving space and will keep them from getting creased and dusty.
There it is again. The basket. Like days rolled into a holding pattern. A timekeeper.
I'm letting them rest. Out of view. Not looking. They are not grouped in any order. Just rolled up as part of a tidying process. I want to slowly unroll them. Consider them in a new context. Whisper to myself, say what I feel about them. Will the basket be there?
Some of them are quite old. They almost surprise me. Like this classic patchwork star. With a basket in the middle. An old unspoken wish perhaps.
I like that the basket was there.
The windows are open. Less is good. More room for Wind.
