the search
I got a text this morning from Marlene: did you find your acorn. Find my acorn??? Godammit, no! I’m not like Peaches who can just
grey
I woke up tired. Out of sorts. Grey mind. Grey outside. The day started off on a low note. For me, that is. I took
soup
The water in this stream moves fast. But it’s been COLD and here are these shards – caught and frozen on the periphery of anything
rubbing elbows
Kari is a new friend here in Bath. We talk, she asks me about my life. And I tell her about whatever progress I’ve made
at core
(snow art) For some reason, I was thinking back on a time in art school when I was slammed. In this situation, we (the group
mess
Cecilia and I spent time together yesterday. We were busy creating. I was putting things in order – stacking the colors along their poles. And
changing
Warm spell in January. The woods were a little wet today. As in soggy. You set out on a walk. It’s such and such distance.
first time
Nika and I took little Cecilia to the dog park today. First time. First time for Cecilia to see so many little pups running around
I tell myself
Day before yesterday, I wrote a blog about an earlier iteration of this piece. Never shoulda done it. I’m not following my own advice. I
conundrum
Someone asked me today what I did with my art. Did with my art? When I’m not inside it? It felt like when I get
Salley Knight
Salley Knight is an American textile artist. She creates her art using ancient Japanese techniques of hand-dyeing on silk.
