February.
I had planned to publish a Newsletter.
Suddenly my News seemed too small.
So...
Rock Self.
Balancing in a winter wind.
I planned to make this faceless. But I changed my mind. I am in there, simply imagining myself as rock.
February.
I had planned to publish a Newsletter.
Suddenly my News seemed too small.
So...
Rock Self.
Balancing in a winter wind.
I planned to make this faceless. But I changed my mind. I am in there, simply imagining myself as rock.
The folds, maybe a good reminder to bend…part of strength.
even the very smallest news from you makes a huge difference to me. all best wishes to you in this year of the rabbit.
aloha, fumiko
I see the little guy with a red muffler
My first reaction is a smile at the worried little lump peering out into the void, encircled by the wind that might blow it off its base. Its heavy simplicity is leavened by humor….another kind of balance. The dotted “wind” is another balancing element and such a pretty one. The feather circle at the top catches my attention too and it takes a moment to realize that the white orb in its midst is a pushpin. I smile again.
I love your attention to every detail. And your smile, always important.
Looks like a sweet little baby. 🥰
it does in a way.
Mmmmm : all those soft edges . . . !
soft edge, hardened.
An extra layer of warmth.
Rock on!
layers, yes. useful , in a way a sense of substance.
In a not related to weather way (It is already 50 degrees here, no wind to speak of)…I understand being a rock, the weight of that. I do love rocks so.
weight. such a feeling.
I see part rock, part snow woman. You can be firm but can also melt.
Good qualities to have.
I love your thoughtful comment. another form of balance. Combining selves. That nothing is just one thing..
Rocks as markers for the way to go. Holding fast and strong.
the rocks are so big here. I admire them.
You are a rock star ⭐️
oh ha Sue!
Love that wispy, drifting wind, but it could turn into a pretty stiff gust if Nature changes her mind.
yet a soft wind can be very tricky
Il est joli ce roc avec son regard 😉 ici je plie au rythme du vent
Gosh…how much I learn about imagining, as I look at your work..learn isn’t the right word, but anyway….
It’s that open ended door which you so kindly leave open ,
for another to imagine some more.
Thanks for that.
how we build on each other. we can be rocks. in some small way.
yes, to bend like a tree. another self.
Small news is good news!
The Rock people are such good friends, same as trees.
We were hoping to light an outside fire for Imbolc tonight, but it’s windy here too. I’ll light lots of candles instead.
Happy 1st February from our house to yours. xxx
candles here too
Candles here, as well!
forgot to mention- like the dots and the stitching, perhaps a life-line out?
I meant it as a kind of wind, which is a ride out sometimes.
I can relate! January felt like 5 months in one! Heavy is a good description, can’t wait for the lightness of Spring
spring is a good metaphor for lightness isn’t it?
can feel the wind in the frays ‘n the folds. the face appears spirit-like, transparent, peering out of its rocky exterior…
I often wish I was a rock, it would take more to wear me down.
And the net is out catching thoughts…flowing thru.
the wind can be like a net
I like the rocky self!
I have many rock friends here encouraging me.
Rocks are my favorite thing in life. Sharks run a close second.
sharks? never seen a real one, you?
Oh, yes, many in my scuba diving days. Even petted a harmless one. It felt like petting a sidewalk. Rock self is delightful!
I LOVE this little piece — so evocative. Happy February 1st!
windy!
Rock on, Jude!!
trying not to fall over.