Still playing with Deb's yellows, combined here with a few of this summer's indigos and a scrap of that beloved old dress (story here). This bit still held the hem stitching holes in it. They've been honored with a few of Jude's thread beads running alongside of them.
My new first thing in the morning exercise (while the oatmeal cooks). Sitting at the table with eyes closed, pencil marks are made inside of a taped off space while listening and feeling. Afterwards there is painting and redrawing the pencil lines with a pen.
This morning the smoke had cleared enough to open the windows, but I think the birds were still staying sheltered and safe. It's only been four days, but I'm really loving this.
There's also been a little work at color mixing- creating the secondary colors from the primaries. Purple is the hardest for me. Color wheels are great- for looking at and for using. It's also swell to be able to make my own tools.
Other than moons, yellow doesn't have a big spot in my world, but this cloth is singing stories.
