I didn't fly. I was not feeling good about that. The man has urgent business to attend to. I don't celebrate Easter. I remember Mom. Her jelly bean trails were a bit like my nine patch. They helped her feel good. Move through something.
I am playing with layering drawings. While we watch for April.
There are gaps in my thinking. And everything else.
This month is both free and not free.
We cleared the hill of last year's growth. Just to be here, outside in the warmer than usual days. I saved the remaining sumac berries which have dried on the branches of small trees we have removed to get rid of brush that holds dampness and encourages mosquitoes. It will rain for days now so I left the copper bucket outside while we are away and around. I've plans to remove all dyestuff stored in the freezer here as well. Perhaps a little spring dyeing to use it up.
And I drew this. And I will draw it 8 more times. Repeat the thought. 9. A good number. Now, more often back on paper, I have begun to grasp the effect of being with cloth for so long. As I did in reverse when I moved from paper to cloth so long ago. The materials reshape us, like any relationship. I have found myself mending. Patching holes in old paper with bits of paper. Patching over lines not wanted with bits of paper instead of erasing. This also allows me to use bits of paper too small to draw on. Design mending. Mostly though, I am thinking about paper like I think about cloth. This will help a new style emerge. This is exciting and feels freer than just trying to go back to something. Repeat it.
I have decided to move Feel Free to another site, to make it better. It takes a lot of planning to get it right. In April I will resume my efforts with all of that. Right now I am just going. I appreciate all the new support and your patience as I navigate March, which finds me so in between.
In the context of one's busy life, notes to self on the go. Thread-less crumbs.
Nine of them. On the loose. But not really. Oftentimes the stray things have a direct tie to a heart that is less concerned with who cares.
There will be some traveling (light). Soon. Here and there. On and off. Small practice journeys. I think stray moments might be a good way to stay in touch, keep thoughts going. Storming. There are scraps of paper everywhere and it is easy to borrow a pen for a bit. So when they show up, these stray moments, when they are here, except for this time...I'm not(but in a way I am). Maybe just in between.
Please note I accidentally deleted a bunch of emails from last week. If you reached out and did not hear back, try again. There are more stray spaces in my brain lately and I am still learning to manage all from this new-fangled phone that seems at times, smarter than me. On the list: master the mobile and keep moving.
I love Radicchio. As food. And for it's dramatic comeback after a deep freeze.
How its glorious center holds. How it springs forth and radiates outward. How lucky it might be, to just rest with out planning its entry into a new day.
The winter is not gone but signs of spring have been sighted everywhere. Although more cold might be coming, the weekend was gloriously warm.
I was stitching quietly this week. More like a doodling though. Some daily exercise. And then drawing. Which seemed almost like stitching. Drawing slower. Bit by bit with time in between.
This is the start of something(fuzzy pic because I just didn't take the time). The beginnings of two strays (still using up some of the threes I made way back in another winter) worked its way into some sort of transformation. Imagine flying I was thinking. The wings on the bottom figure, well, just a shadow, a dream. Above, poof, she's a bird!
He asked, "What do you want for your birthday?" She said, "A crow quill pen."