last night, this
today i couldn't decide if it was the gusty winds
or my fuggy brain,
but ramona identified it:
fourth day syndrome
a ruby throat through my fog
hand made paper, shifu, artists' books, north country living, and some words
hand made paper, shifu, artists' books, north country living, and some words
Oh, I wonder what day I"M on.... I've been foggy for a week now. Enamored of the pipe patina.
ReplyDeletev-yikes. maybe the pressure changes? the pipe was found in the scary basement.
ReplyDeletea fuggy brain, now that's a new one. Love the pipe, are you wrapping it with "things"? maybe the wind will blow the fog and fug away. woo- don't say that too fast!~!
ReplyDeletefourth day away?fourth day of bundle? fourth day of work?
ReplyDeletepressure changes do it for me..or that is what I tell myself..
this too shall pass, says solomons ring
i can vouch for pressure changes
ReplyDeleteV- always hard to come down from the total buzz of such a great creative gathering as you had. Love the pipe - in my world it would make its way into some assemblage. Go well. B
ReplyDeletejean-fuggy is a step more, i wrapped it, indeed.
ReplyDeletemanya-fourth day after india's workshop
neki-ohh, sinuses...
barry-this one is one to covet!