Last weekend the lake was FULL : boats going back and forrh, people in kayaks and canoes and SUPs, swimmers enjoying late season lake water (still warm-ish). Labor Day Weekend.
This weekend, clouds, thunder, rain.

Quiet.

Summer is ending. I knew it would. But why is it so hard? Why am I sad?

Part of it is the shift to shorter days. But mostly: it’s less time, less close time with people I love.

I spent last fall here, but I knew I was going to CT. And this year, I won’t be. BUT what I do know, is that I will be getting better from Lyme. I’m stating that as a fact: I have such a strong feeling about this practitioner that I just met in southern NH – did I already go on and on about her?

And also, I am here in my all time best place to do art.

Admittedly, It’s taken the first stormy day in forever for me to sit down and do more than 2 minutes of it. Literally, 2 minutes.

I had whipped together my first idea:

Okay.

But not what I was looking for. I want more than just a prgression of color. I want dimension.

I had double layered the silk: the tranparent above the opaque. But all it did was soften. I needed the color to play.

I want you to look once and then … look again.

I’m starting from the bottom for this hanging piece. The construction needs to be somewhat precise so it’s time consuming. But I’m curious to see how it works.

How something double layered might look deep just because of the depth of color.

And how the hole becomes it’s own space and includes the surrounding space.

And who is in that surrounding space?

Me!

says Peaches, waiting so patiently.