Named for the wispy silk scraps I am filling space with.
It's like that, holding on to nothing. It has changed since I posted it on Instagram last week.
But also the image is developing slowly around the concept of the name. And the name has 2 parts. Holding on to Nothing aka New Eyes. It's about my changing perception of what is real. How to give form to that. Make it some sort of place to hold on to.
Also, these kinds of images I build with cloth are more personal in terms of how they might bring me back to paper. Paint. I realize that is what they are for. I have returned to a lot of my smaller cloths late at night when it is quiet. I add a bit here. There. Then dream on them. Without words. Without sharing. Because I have no way to say.
My time online is a struggle. Typepad yes, but also a certain kind of energy is hard to find. I read but just don't find a lot of words to respond. Even reading. My eyes tire. I do not think it is my health. I think it is a kind of unnameable shift in priority. Dealing with things I can touch. Maybe it is just a sign of these troubled days. I know others have been floating in a similar cloud.
Floating is a kind of going while holding on to nothing.
I am not fighting with it, or feeling sad. I am just going along each day. To see how it will be tomorrow.
Just saying this..
