coarsely ground spring being
I had a great day in the studio Sunday, finally. Just sitting with myself and reading carving sewing noting dyeing washing tinkering constructing sawing cleaning sitting listening writing editing etc etc etc.
I remembered why I need to do this (the return! is the most important part!), meaning make stuff and think.
I gave myself enough time to ease into writing even. I got out a few short poems, to fuel more mini banners to add to this collection.
This is a future windchime. I’m interested in the softness of sound it will make. The friction of fabric, flapping. There might be some added adornment to supplement those sounds, tbd.
I have about 6 more banners passively exposing in my studio. You can see the range of results I got from trying that out - The lightest was one day, the midtones on the right are one day plus about an hour in direct grayed-out daylight, and the darkest here (still relatively light compared to peak daylight exposure) are for three days.
I wrote this poem a bit ago but its resonating on that wavelength of the disconcerting energy of spring.
Maybe that’s the allergies that are plaguing me talking.
i might have desire
i angled around the same
coarsely ground
spring being
often clad in the ardency of
how happy she was
pictures speak but can’t
recognize the
afternoon shifted