There is a bunch of thin cloth hanging between the drafty kitchen and the room we heat. The kitchen is between the studio and that warm room. I replaced the heavier one because I just couldn't stand not to have some light coming through. It helps to hold the heat. With an occasional cool breeze.
Soul-o loves it. He chases shadows and runs back and forth between the sections, especially at night when the firelight makes it seem like a dense fog in the wind.
March is a bit like a curtain between seasons. The kind you cannot pull back to see more clearly. More like a fog that lifts on it's own accord. And it's been hanging there.
I placed a square of very thin cloth (I used to test the indigo vat) over the patchwork from last week. I like what it did to the grid. It erased the lines. Made a window. But didn't destroy the sense of order. The thought. In my mind I can see through it.