How slowly true and deep vision evolves. That is what I was thinking . And how selling work often means letting it go before it is done. Ripe. How confusing everything seems to me today. I am home. Staring. Ready for a pizza and wine ceremony.
This piece continued from here.
One thing I like about the lion quilt is there is no right-side-up. The beasts are placed to meet you head on, no matter which way you are going. There is no escape.
I am still talking to myself here as I continue to practice being everywhere once.
Looking again now. From a distance, up close. And maybe with my eyes closed. This one has enough eyes to see for me in case I need a rest.
A winter storm watch they say. Maybe I will continue with this eye of the storm
cloth. A place to hide, anticipate and record with thread and needle.
This one has been through many a storm. A tran-seasonal storm cloth.
It is all one storm anyway. Life is just weathering it. I guess
life's storm has many eyes. And many eyes are always useful. Bring it on.
This
one is made from such fragile old cloth. A big wind might just blow it
away. Be on the lookout for scraps falling from the sky. We can all
meet up somewhere and sew them back together. And then let it happen agin. Gotta love it.
