So, here I am again...searching, thinking, ruminating on what makes it all work. In the studio, I seem to be unsettled, that is, unless I once again begin to make those tiny stitches on paper. And now, I've begun thinking about the idea of mending, patching tears, and piecing bits together as a way to point toward some larger idea that I cannot put into words. I seem these days to be drawn more toward random marks, less refined, almost clumsy I'd have to admit, that evoke a kind of being in the moment, and a trace of the search. This little piece seems almost too radical, some sort of black sheep that I should keep in hiding, but here I am bringing it out into the light. I'm drawn to it as something that just is what it is....paper patching holes with stitches that mark the time that put them together once again.
All of this plays into my thoughts this week surrounding ideas of balance, as I contemplate the post for Monday's "A Walk Through The Universe". I welcome comments and your thoughts about balance...what it means in your life, how and where you find it, and perhaps how it manifests itself in your life and in your art.
Back to making stitches.
