I collected holes over the years. Holes in cloth. And paper. I like to think about it now, like I have been saving space and time. Collecting nothing. Or at least less.
As I recalled, I did work a bit with holes in the first run of SunMoonStars. Yes I did...as I looked back this morning. Let me bring that back tomorrow. This cloth is probably familiar if you've been coming here. Here , one time from way back, 2008. Among others.
Meanwhile, today. I simply just did this.
Time is space, on some personal level, space to just go. Freedom to roam and ramble. Continue.
My mind was roaming last night. I wondered if that worn out vat was dreaming too. Still a little more to give? It was chilly, the warmth of the wood stove, where it was sitting close, yes, the warmth.
And the chill. Said wool. And I did. I dyed wool bits. Old felted wool bits. Nine of course. Over some pom and walnut from last year.
Anyway, Good morning.