Glorious days are upon us.
We watch moss turn green.
Way warm, way earlier than expected. It reached 75 today.
A thin cloth (in this case a gauzy wool) is hard to manage sometimes. In this case I let it stretch and shift in the making of the nine and let it flow into and fill the space in a natural way. There are ways to manage unruly and thin cloth, stabilize it, but really here the cloth was just being itself. Still useful. A cloth's nature is a beautiful thing to understand. Soft old cloth can often be like clay.
I am building a path through this cloth. They are never really straight, paths. Although we often like to think they are. I am wandering with this idea, never having felt so free about making.
