This morning I was just looking. Thinking of how being in a place is simply not being in another place. How movement might define space and edge in a softer way. How the result of movement can be represented without it. The fermentation vat is fermented. Fermenting.
The small diamond weave , handwoven with two different fibers, I like how it dyes. How everything meets, or doesn't, makes a nice pattern.
I felt like crying all day yesterday. Something moved through me, without me knowing much about it.
