yesterday, it seemed impossible. But learning to work with what calls attention to its Self. Trusting. the wanting of shapes that seem familiar, that resemble Known things...the brain wants that...maybe abstract but identifiable, recognizable ....symbolic. so, just keep moving fragments around and remaining open to any other scrap that floats up....in this case, the light blue piece, the seam strips.... And suddenly, i have looked long enough, let it show me enough suddenly, it is all just very good. There can be Stories in them. I still don't go there, i don't know why, other than i need them to be no more and no less than exactly what they are so i can better understand cloth . How it relates to its selves.
