Still Spaced Out, but not lost.
This one. One of the many playgrounds, leftover from SunMoonStars. Hanging on the wall here for so long the edges of the not basted but pinned pieces beginning to curl. I liked it the way it was, for a long time. Now I want to work on it. Especially the in between. The base cloth is an eclipse dyed by Glennis. Way back when I was not dyeing much of my own indigo.
I suppose, today I am simply acknowledging my own chaos of late. Sitting still here and feeling that swirling of ideas, and then not ideas. Knowing how confusing that used to be for me. How I used to feel bad about that, that state that kept me from feeling ok. How I used to strive for the focused drive that seemed to make everyone else so productive. Sure. What was that and why couldn't I be there?
On a loose page somewhere I remember jotting down:
In every moment everything changes. Why then is it somehow not good enough just to reflect that? To be here and present is to be unsure of everything.
And here I am.