It happens. Things do become more difficult as we age.
I made this ages ago.
I thought it simply illustrated limitation. The cropping. Still fits in the puzzle. Quite beautifully.
When I find some time, I am going to make this on a larger scale. Here, based on a 3" square. I call it Nine for limitation. With a small l.
I will be away for the day. Eye Surgery for the Man. Me, the designated driver. Hey Ho.
Uncovering small journeys past.
This one came together during Patchwork in Perspective, while considering curves. It's been pinned to things and used to catch thought. But I always return here, it is still a fragment. And I am just looking. At the cloth, and the loose thoughts caught there and thinking they are the same. And then the difference between word and image.
I considered continuing with Patchwork in Perspective. But I don't think I can. Not in any formal way. Things have a much softer edge these days, one thing runs into another. Ambition melts away. I even laugh about it. my momentary lapses in reality.
The man made me a ring from his own hair. And believe me it's long enough.
...
and 9
I was awake at 2 AM anyway.
Suddenly, upload speed.
An old cloth called (Nine for)Freedom, found in the pile of The Unfinished.
This morning I added the blue ripple. A ripple is softer, more gentle than a wave. In a way, it holds change in balance.
Note to self: The Puzzle is Liquid.
The solutions are infinite.
There is no puzzle, only pieces.
Of the whole.
The question is, can you see what I see?
No zoom in here, it is easier to catch by standing back, in perspective.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
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