I wish I could adequately describe how days of threatening rain make me feel, but I can't. It's the energy in them. I feel it in the very fibre of my being. I just love them. I want to immerse myself in art, getting lost there for hours and hours. I wan…
I wish I could adequately describe how days of threatening rain make me feel, but I can't. It's the energy in them. I feel it in the very fibre of my being. I just love them. I want to immerse myself in art, getting lost there for hours and hours. I want to let time and any thoughts of it slip away without meaning. I just want to create little worlds in works of art using found objects, broken pieces, reclaimed fabrics, bits and bobs and this and that and stitch and bead and paint until something takes shape on the canvas. Absorbing and infusing all that moody weather energy into the fibers of the art. I can't wait to get to the studio today, hot tea in close by and slip down the rabbit hole.
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