Monday
In 4th grade, I had one dress that I wore – or tried to wear – every day. I see photos and yes, I think, that’s all I wore. My mother would buy new dresses. I’d put them in the back of my closet to age… And here I am years later, exploring one image […]
everything important
did I tell you?
“Did I tell you about my broken wrist?” “Did I tell you how my life changed in an instant?” “Did I tell you how much I needed suddenly?” “Did I tell you about the kindness of strangers?” “the kindness of loved ones?” “kindness?”
same and not (more)
just playing Years ago, I cut out and framed this artist’s quote: “the artist says what words can’t say “ only he made it into a piece of art. (ridiculous)
same and not
slow
I have noticed the time it takes for me to create one of my silk art pieces : it’s a long process. None of which I can do now. No prepping, no dyeing, no cutting, no sewing. No right hand. And the left hand is slow. Makes mistakes all over the place. Has me challenged […]
line
left handed line. learning to draw a line. touch that moves. in nature: any straight straight lines? kindergarten: first lesson = stand one behind another. desks in a row letters going across the page calendars lining up the days And does life unfold like that? Haveta love the line
and then…
yeah really smashed my wrist need 2 plates gracious!
how to live your life
Einstein: There are 2 ways to live your life. One is that nothing is a miracle. The other is that everything is a miracle.
I broke my wrist. The right one. Oh dear ~
