so far, so good

 sleeping cabin design wall

to be poetic

 Even Suvi hugged me - put her little warm blond baby head on my chest two times - when we said goodbye. 

the three graces

 journey to softness continues 

Guided by my grandmother penguin, my grandmother shark, and my mother muskrat.  

Art is an adventure.  More later xx

more later

 

Town STUDIO 

I picked things up from the floor and put them in the wall.  Then I wrapped each one with more stuff from the floor.  

I’m working towards a deadline and it’s hard to stay focused. The kids gave me that Ghana basket.  More later. 

my velvet penguin

 When I was little, my grandmother made me a soft animal for Christmas.  It was softer than soft.  A black velvet penguin with a white satin tummy.  Silk velvet.  Heavy silk satin.  That penguin changed my life.  I recall how it felt to touch it, pet it, hold it.  

what is essential is invisible to the eye

 

It is necessary to be uncompromising.  You have to be, otherwise it’s crap you do.  I don’t want to. I don’t need to.  

Robert Frank 

walking away, swaying

 artistic experience folded into the textile like dough

Working on the reverse side of endless horizons, using shape as much as line, using space as a place to enter.