This is a drawing I did while I was considering Considering Weave.
I like to draw weave. In this case I was thinking about distortion. And also how weave can so easily be expressed by drawing. It forms from line. In any case, I like a lot of things about this drawing. Which is actually very small but it seems huge here. And it seems a kind of eye. Even if you turn it. I will work with this a bit. As is. And then some.
Note to self: The more I look at it, the more I sense I could work with it forever.
It is way cold. June 2. 46 degrees. A hot day or two in between. But it's ok.
We've little invested for food growing this year.
Except for greens. Greens grow well in the cool.
But really, that's all we really eat, or need to eat.
Grains and beans and greens.
Wild Raspberries are taking over here. Now that we let them. And the grapes are doing well on their own. Growing over dead brush from hurricane Sandy. Blueberries will yield plenty but probably after we are gone. Fruit. The rest is just now obtained through support of local growers here. It's what they do to get by. Fair enough.
So many thoughts about why we get so tangled up in the doing that which unbalances the way things could just be. And be fine.
There are lots of flowers though. Just growing.
This is a photo collage. An accidental window. Lily buds over a stitched cloth I call Nine for Growth. In process.
There are thoughts about growth as Design Mending.
One thing over another and New Form. The thing that might run through it. Hold it together Because this is how my mind works. A lot.
I took some pictures of the moon through the trees. And even though I couldn't get the camera setting right, I liked them. Like ragged holes in the sky.
They reminded me of these. Holes in the earth.
Which on this cloth are also holes in the sky.
This morning the cloth we call home was a curtain. Hanging between me and the bright morning sun. Useful. Shielding me. But at the same time filtering through the cloth to help me complete this Ring of Vision.
It is interesting to be mending the cloth with holes. New eyes. Space. Less.