thinking about how the alignment of a dot changes it’s meaning. how a i becomes a ! … and how cloth becomes like clay as a 3-d creation. i can see a cairn pencil sketch beside a skitch skatch cairn beside a stuffed cloth cairn… the progression of that in alignment…
bubbles…deep breath to blow them. Just a random dot…thought. 🙂
Liking that. Always loved bubbles. The slow big ones.
thinking about how the alignment of a dot changes it’s meaning. how a i becomes a ! … and how cloth becomes like clay as a 3-d creation. i can see a cairn pencil sketch beside a skitch skatch cairn beside a stuffed cloth cairn… the progression of that in alignment…
it is like that in my mind sometimes.
I can feel those middle stones for sure! Ugh. The one on the right, yes, very cairn like.
i love how cloth is like clay
You’ve reminded me of inuksuk figures… the satisfying solid balance of them.
Yes! And now , for some reason, you have reminded me of Wendy.
I like the way the sketched self can have her head in 2 places. A smooth, though not seamless, transition.
Ha! Exactly!
I’m stuck on dots too! Love the feel of thread dots.
Love welcome joy … 🕊️
Good to hear you again Jude!
I am all over the place, but it feels ok.
Love the idea of stone cairn as self.
i feel like that sitting here, waiting for the rain to stop