so many faces
Faces are important to me I guess. A face draws me in. I looked back on the blog, there are a lot of them. Probably even more, in the older posts, before I began tagging things. (Which I should talk about) . And you might already have seen my post about faces in the Free Class, about the Patchwork Beast , here. I only recently realized that most of them are me. I can say that. All of them. I always loved the one to the right. The face has become a symbol, and therefore a component in my story cloth. But they evolve, so I will focus on face/faces a lot, in Small Cloth. Along with face-less-ness.
I often begin with eyes.
the magic of a simple eye
You might have to click to read my notes. Today I am writing tiny. Forgot you were here. That's a good thing. That means I am comfortable. Not performing. Not trying to catch thoughts that fit to expectation, but letting them out so I can "look them in the eye" . I like to imagine them looking back...that we might talk about it all.
I drew the red line on the photo. Digitally. To remember.
All these loose patches/things/ thoughts floating around, it takes a bit of work to connect them and make them useful. Thinking is work, yes, but that's how things get done. Was it Dad that always said a little work never hurt anyone? Connection always softens an edge. creates the path for one thing to become another. Face to Face could mean many things.
Patch+Work = Something.
Might Face symbolize something the path to something shared?