roots
(3 root systems: deep water, air, soil…) Years ago I recall being affected by the poet, Stephen Spender, sharing his poem in which he is
blue
Blueberries. Blue berries. Translated through camera and internet, this is the blue you get. And yet, even if you were an oil painter, the blue
ears
So, where’s your hat, Nana? Cecilia is all snuggled in her cap with ears. Not me. But I’ll have one on soon enough. Not with
find
(nature’s art: “drawing” from pruning done by latest ice) On the highway, I passed a truck with a big sign on it: Find Your Beach.
touched
So admittedly, this is an icy finger reaching out. But imagine it was warm. And reddish. Even loving. Tonight, Nika was asking me about whether
red
Red. I’m on red. Large red horse coming up. And why horse? Over and over. Horse after horse. You know, I’m not sure. I can
trudging
Wet snow. Then rain. Freezing rain. Power outages. I grew up in the south. I’m trying to recall if I ever experienced any time when
blame
When I’m not feeling great, the first thing I do is blame. Blame someone. Blame something. So easy to do. Today, the weather was –
alignment
(The paler colored horses? Hard to photograph. They are playing with being there and being barely there. They are happening happening happening. One day, this
dark horse
I don’t know if you recall the piece I started a short while ago: all these soft oranges and yellows. And then blue came in.
Salley Knight
Salley Knight is an American textile artist. She creates her art using ancient Japanese techniques of hand-dyeing on silk.
