...spring is one of the best times to witness how things grow. after an early burst of warmth, the weather has chilled out and plenty of cool rain has brought that tangle of new green and random bloom. during extended periods of rain, you just have to sit back and watch. there is no manicuring or arranging, there is just this mass of energetic emergence. overlapping, reaching ... i love that.
...i did a bit of quilt weaving, which in itself is sort of a tangle of cloth....and intention.... and this time i was using some of that cloth i found buried in the leaves last winter. i added a few snippets of silk. intending to make some sort of star. but i let the points fall back inward to define the nine patch i found in the center of the piece.
...and this morning in found myself thinking about the importance of tangle in the creative process. the random thoughts, the patterns that appear despite (or encouraged by) the confusion. and how order can have many paths and directions... like sketching a plan after the fact (and using my coffee to paint the background) . maybe the creative act is not arranging, but simply rearranging. that makes it feel so much more connected to something endless..
the magic cloth needs to come off the wall today. the video camera is ready and waiting. i feel as scattered as spring seed. but happy as a bird....chirp!
