It's late April in the Valley. Has it only been a few months here?
Looking out the front window, after cutting the bushes down, which were blocking the view.
We began a first cut, working a section at a time, to keep the ticks at bay. I think we need to get a small tractor or sit on type thing if we can find a used one. To mulch and cut because the small mower we have takes a lot of energy. Then, probably , for the first time, considering hiring a few local guys to do some clean up, because they probably need the work. If we can.
That's the well cap sticking up. The water is iffy here. We have a UV filter.
Surprised to be able to post this morning. Just here, marveling.
Stitched some dart like distortions into this one with coffee. Just to note that such things as discussed yesterday might simply be intentional distortions on any cloth surface, not just a solution to needed flatness. Here, like wrinkles in time. Love how darts are like discontinuous seams. Hold that thought. This is destined to become larger.
Or here, for texture.
If I am trying to say how it happens, where new form comes from, then I need to be truthful. About my focus being something quite formless. Fluid. Not some strict confinement. Can you Imagine strips of wrinkles, applied to a surface. I did.
Then I imagined a colorless robe. A thin veil of imperfection. To shelter in.
