I am just sitting here, staring at A Nest of Days. Thinking I should gather the history of this work in one place. But then asking myself if the work itself, by its very nature, doesn’t simply contain that… and might that be enough? Is the basket big enough or does it need another ring? Maybe I just need a hug. How funny that form might simply evolve like that.
Thinking too, I am not a writer, but here I am on a writer’s platform. Expect typos.
I wanted to post today, just to see if it goes to those who have subscribed. I subscribed, just to see, to be you. How it is.
The leaves have fallen, mostly. It is crunchy when I walk. The fox here is having a hard time sneaking up on the squirrels. So, as always, wanting to feel free but feeling a bit constrained. I will spend some time to settle in.
I know embedding my videos will work here, let’s try a gif. ok?
I will be back with a bit more confidence after the weekend…
Words are thread.
The labels are hard sometimes. I was asked what kind of artist I was on another platform and my first reactions was, I am not. Love to you!