I love how wind will bend a cloth and change the form of what's on it. Over and Over. I love the eye that forms when a ring bends. And I love how a thin cloth shows itself so honestly. Truly a cloth whispering. And I really love how any color can become brown with a bit of tweaking. Sometimes it is just the time of day.
This is an old fling thing, revisited. Disassembled. I have found new purpose in taking some old thoughts apart in order to put them back together.
It is nice to see students starting blogs and sharing their work. We all know how hard it is to find folks to come visit when we first step into this big web. So go say hi.
Then. there is the the woven/ dyed fling...