HOles. Yesterday.
Holes might be a symbol. Might serve as way to express space. And time.
I collected holes over the years. Holes in cloth. And paper. I like to think about it now, like I have been saving space and time. Collecting nothing. Or at least less.
As I recalled, I did work a bit with holes in the first run of SunMoonStars. Yes I did...as I looked back this morning. Let me bring that back tomorrow. This cloth is probably familiar if you've been coming here. Here , one time from way back, 2008. Among others.
Meanwhile, today. I simply just did this.
I pinned that little nine base onto a larger cloth. An old linen, dyed blue. Indigo(my first ever vat). From a while back. Just that. A little place(time)keeping in space. And I thought...
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Time is space, on some personal level, space to just go. Freedom to roam and ramble. Continue.
My mind was roaming last night. I wondered if that worn out vat was dreaming too. Still a little more to give? It was chilly, the warmth of the wood stove, where it was sitting close, yes, the warmth.
And the chill. Said wool. And I did. I dyed wool bits. Old felted wool bits. Nine of course. Over some pom and walnut from last year.
There are a few more component ideas in here. Especially the Ring. Let's wait. I'm gathering too many things at once.
Anyway, Good morning.
