digging deeper

who can say why certain things...

shapes, colors, textures, 

animals, even,

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 longing

maybe something altogether 

unknown or unknowable

but for whatever reason this shield i found on facebook

a first nations thing

pleases me.

 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.

 2

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, 

amongst others, 

milkweed.

 cottontail is large now

and doesn't show itself often.

 elsewhere in my back yard

november arrives

indoors 

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!