How the light changes throughout the day, from bright and sharp, to soft and blue. It would be great to understand the why, or maybe not? Love that pin shadow above, and below- some finagling to stitch a flower coming out of the bottle.
At painting class last week, discussing works in progress . . . I don't even remember what all I rambled, something about how my painting was a reflection of how life was feeling these days . . .
Her response was, "You bring a lot here."
"What do you mean?"
"You bring a lot with you to class."
"I bring everything with me everywhere, don't you?"
"I come here and try to let go of everything else."
"I'm just a puddle of everything, all of the time."
I was fascinated by how different we were, and wondered how she was able to do it, but then realized that usually the muddles of life float away while I'm stitching. I wonder if I'll ever get to that point with painting?
"Spilling Blooms" is in the shop.
