I continue with the game of chasing form. Form contains how it happened. I usually say. Form still contains how it happened even if I don’t say. I want to express how personal that is. Finding that thread. Giving form to what arises through thought. Sense. Experience. The transformation that depends on so much that goes beyond technique. It is difficult to share, and then, explain that at the same time. Sometimes when I see the “sameness” across the […]
Today I am composed. I am the Composition. I am simply focused, I guess, on what’s here. freedom is Working on the incomplete and bringing them to a point of peace. Letting all else go. Be. I found this, from 101. Just rereading it. No need to change anything, nothing to add.
To become what? What if we just let go? To envision is not really an end. But a way. To keep moving. While I move through this one, with a bit of Liquid Applique, Freedom is resting on Heal. Again, it seems to belong there. I drew some lines. While remembering many Small Journeys that brought me here.
Yesterday… it was a moon. Today it became a sun. What if that makes it both? I’m splitting hairs…. splitting hairs It’s raining. And I need it. Sun. And I am thinking about sun. And I went back to look at some old sun storming. Sun-storming from Sun Moon Stars warmth, sunrise/sunset, daytime, sundial, radiance, center, rays, yellow, sunshine makes me happy, what’s new under the sun, solar energy, shadow, sky, life, constant I’m focused on the Center aspect and […]
G. G is for green and yes there is more and more Green. And G is for Gross, the humidity and heat that is. But G is also, suddenly, for Goodness Gracious, Love in the Mist comes in colors! Grow is on the table. I am not measuring, just eyeballing, and now drawing a circle. The circle is drawn. measure G is for the page I made for Grow that needs attention. And G is for the Glossary I added […]
Yesterday’s Green. Everything. How can it not be about green in these days? I think I will take the summer off from writing here. Just go with pictures and talking. There is enough writing going on elsewhere. I did a bit of green storming today, you know, thoughts that arise with the word green. They weren’t surprising. greenstorming greening
Yesterday was humid. We are climbing again toward record heat. I had some stomach bug and it wasn’t pretty. The nasturtiums are ok. They will grow here. And look at that soil, compost. Yay. It was just a stray emotion. Destined to be a loose stitched patch. But I kept going. Something like how we see things, how that might change. Over time. How we see things might even change our sense of time. I love how the contrasting seam […]