An unexpected storm of storms last night. Power went down but returned before we could enjoy it. We are so prepared for that situation now, we wait with glee.
I love this picture. It is taken through the screen which stays up all year long now. From the sleep loft as the sun came up and the big wind subsided. And I like it because of the gridded layer. And perspective in that. How it divides space. Many of my old unpublished (so far) illustrations from a simpler time have this grid layer in them. I think about it more now. In some more meaningful way. Just starting to merge the young and old of me. As the grid perpetuates.
And there was a question about how we pull out of us what is in us. Yesterday. And I drew this.
And then did this. To this.
I think the next eye should be in there. I like this for the seam is a vulnerable place. I like that the stray self is itself as cloth. I love that a seam might run through me. That I might be mended. Later but also from long ago. I liked that coming apart at the seams could be interpreted as a learning process. That the question and knowing could be the same. That the space opened is in the shape of an eye. That I might pull the ragged seam allowance outward in this section, That this part will be "inside out". That seam allowance might, could, acquire a very beautiful meaning here.
The sun is out. Sometimes a storm can simply wash away uncertainty. And leave you with a lot of kindling.
I could just stitch it back up, insides hanging out as evidence of a normally hidden layer. Of going. Without batting.