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This year.
Fog. And More Fog.
It's been fog, brain fog. I feel like something is trying to confuse me. Us.
This year, I became a lion. And soon, I'll be 71. I softened this photo and thought to myself...
Fog can come in handy
Here we go again.
No plans. Just Going.
Cut, wait and see.
Yesterday rain all day. I sat and stitched for hours. My back hurts, I am achy and tired. This is the new turn of events, how funny, now these days, moving makes me feel so much better. Maybe I should build something else instead of cloths. Everything is patchwork, in perspective.
There was oatmeal with figs and pumpkins seeds, my favorite breakfast these days, and a read through Saskia's little hand made book. It's just great. A joyful thing.
I did a little sketch over a photo of a piece I made last week. A new placement for the snow globe effect. Winter wings maybe.
I want to make a video. Talk.
These things seems so much more work these days. I think I need to refocus. I am so distracted by what seems like nothing, something is blocking me.
Probably me.
I realize it isn't really natural for me to be silent.
The dreaming. The kind you do with your eyes open.
The long stare.
Sometimes there cannot be talking. I am ready to hold my words. Wait. Like Magnolia.
This mapping, the other side, perhaps is a way to explain some new thoughts. But not yet.
What interests me today is the stitches you don't see, cannot see, don't need to see. And how that is part of form and even identity.
The truth in not being sure.
That part of form.
That's it.
I think this is my last post of the year. With words. Maybe photos then, no comments. Let's take a break from trying to explain. See what form that takes.
Talk to you on the other side...
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung