it is winter. it is very cold. winter is my slowest time. i tend to sit in the studio longer especially in the morning, as the sun slides in sideways over my shoulder. i feel like some lazy beast, warming myself so i can start my day. i sit and sort and stitch and slightly realign. i like winter for that reason. an excuse to reflect and rearrange. the real journal project is in full swing, every bit of journal in my possession is out and about. about to be revisited.
...in the meantime my walking piece has taken on significance. it has been renamed the heart of winter and i have added a soft spot, a softer spot actually. two layers of vintage silk velvet (the real thing) . because the first one was way too yellow and the second one toned it down a bit. and because i let the first one stay as basis for the change. and because i like mending as an expression of thinking and making. because it is more of a process that way. and anyway...the layers are useful in winter. warmth.
in winter, when i am slower, i look closer, and the word walking is being stitched over a handwoven fabric from way back. and i have re-noticed the texture of two scales of weave. a thought i have caught. it will stay with me today.
winter is also a time to to curl up, to pare down, to focus, to unwind. i will be fiddling with my blog site a bit over the next week or so. bear with me as i clear a path for the new year. i might have some explaining to do.
