There are so many things with needles in them. It's dangerous to reach around on my table.
There are lots of ways to say "I'm working" without really getting anywhere. This was a half-start of sorting out the thread nest. I showed a photo of the basket of tangles and knots to a friend. "How did that happen?!" she asked. After explaining how I work, and that there are three other baskets of chaos, she just stared wide-eyed at me. "Do you need more corks?" she asked.
"Fortunately or unfortunately, no," I replied.
I've been experimenting with cyanotypes the last two days. Playing really is good for the spirit.
This boot (can you see that it's a boot?), with its cactus began in the late 70's. My uncle came home after four years of being stationed in Germany with the Army. Grandma took his boot and planted the cactus in it. Proclaiming that it would keep him from ever being able to leave again, she put it next to her trailer steps. I always enjoyed seeing it when visiting her, so when she died, I took it.
It has been at the foot of our front steps growing and multiplying for the last thirty-plus years. The toe of the boot is pretty much gone, it's rooted through its rotting sole into the grass, and a few sprouts have escaped the boot all together. It just goes along with no interference from me.
But THEN, two weeks ago, overnight... that growth/branch/arm on the upper left. Nothing like this has ever happened in all of its forty-something years.
Each day it reaches a little further, stretching thinner.
SOMETHING is going to happen.
Small things can make for such a difference in the days.
