very early, looking for something else, found this. Set it in the middle of the table. Reason unknown.
later, still looking for what i was looking for...a photograph of the Old Moon Gramma, out in the storage bins at B. Not there. But what was, was an old cigar box of Cray-Pas. They are very used and some partially having acquired a melted form. But instantly i could FEEL them, how they are..... I got a box of oil pastels for the kids at one point and they were ok. I hadn't remembered having these Cray Pas but probably wouldn't have given them to the kids anyway. As i was walking back, just gazing, i saw something i have never seen before. I saw how the ~air~ that is around and touching everything is
Yellow
there is the earth and what grows from it, then this space that touches ALL up to the leaves and branches of the Trees and then above, into the canopy and beyond, the blue sky. But what is close, surrounding and enveloping, that Air, is Yellow. Just so soft ephemeral yellow, but...yellow. I stood and stared and stared. As morning went into day the yellow disappeared but then just a while ago when i had fed the buck Goats and stood looking out, as i do, the Yellow had returned...its soft ...what, glow?, No, not glow, but i can't think of what to call it yet. Maybe aura?
but earlier in the afternoon i got 3 of the Inktense Pencils. and i couldn't resist...a couple dots of the cray pas. Making Yellow where it wasn't before. My hand. Putting Yellow on cloth.
