I feel like this.
Drooping and curled inward. A bit exhausted. Needing to stretch out...
But at least I can show you.
A big storm moving in tonight. I'm almost looking forward to it. I was thinking about storm, in terms of brain storming. Storm is change.
I posted this on Instagram yesterday. You can see I've added a few things. A split sphere which gives the horizontal a sense of time passing, a golden moon above, patches torn and dyed on an old flag, which made me rename it Stand for Freedom. It's not a partisan political statement , it's still about reaching out. I've also filled in the gaps of the frame with old thin cobbled cloth patched from grandma's blouse. My frame of mind is much about memories these days. Which sometimes are a kind of backward dreaming. These extended nines are as much self portraits as the stray cats. A symbol of self, the extended 9, figure standing, arms outstretched, connecting. A heart of nine.
