Behind the Door.
I hung the Endless Wishing Cloth there because in this small room, that's the only open space.
And a few days ago I posted a pic on Instagram. As I used it to pin up an unfinished Solstice Cloth.
Blurry here while in motion. The wishing star center no longer visible.
This action is most significant as a core compositional intention in my work. The kind of action/alignment that encourages the notion that Form is Temporary. I don't talk about it a lot, but it gives birth to new eyes.
To Encourage. To give courage to. Truth. What if truth is simply what might happen? With or without explanation.
