i honestly don't know any way to put the thoughts and feelings into words. they are not about any one specific thing or event, but what feels to me like a kind of blur of things and events. and i am reminding myself that it might just be August. and i think i will let it seep into tomorrow, even though that would be the 3rd day of September and then just let it all go and begin anew on Sunday.
so i'll show you here something that i have been looking at a lot. holding a lot. moving around, a lot. putting one next to the other. piling them all up. putting them back and taking them out again.
this array of scraps came in two relatively small, deceptively small, string pots from Deb Lacativa. the pots have little tails...can you see them? they are the most beautiful muted colors, but inside each were the most surprising pieces. i have spent a lot of time with these pots and their scraps since they arrived. just being amazed.
