who can say why certain things...
shapes, colors, textures,
who can say why they speak to you,
to one, in a certain specific, peculiar way.
perhaps they appear in dreams or day dreams,
maybe hormone driven,
maybe something altogether
unknown or unknowable
but for whatever reason this shield i found on facebook
a first nations thing
i was looking for tiny beads to use with the loom books
(i accumulated an embarrassment of old beads)
i was looking for the greasy yellow ones.
some live in type trays
which is ridiculous in too many ways.
these two strand sets are small and beautiful
and i see now
that they are colors i used a long time ago in a tapestry.
i lifted them out of the little wooden rectangle
that had become a cache.
field mice leave little stashes in my world,
and often i don't know the seeds.
but here is,
cottontail is large now
and doesn't show itself often.
elsewhere in my back yard
there is a wonderful type event happening when the morning sun
bathes the studio table in light.
two loom books completed, one with drawing,
and soon a larger one.
today i'm pulping 3 linen shirts.
an edition is planned!