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| and now, moving on to crochet... |
What does it mean? It's (as usual) about the process, the joy of making them, but it is also about the object. the vessel, the bag, the basket. The container. To contain something. One thing. Many little things.... or nothing.
While trying to find my way in the making a living department, and the "living my life" for the first time department, and also the "starting" of a new series on the wall (hello, procrastination!), what does this container obsession mean about who I am? It's not a new thing; I have always been drawn to making something... that holds something else.
So I think - Is it that the making of these containers is a way to let the "control" genie out of the box? I would like to envision that the "making" process... whatever is going on, is an expression of the "controlling" me... and if that part of me can be released each time a container is finished, can the"other", more free side of me, just let go and GET A MOVE ON?
Meanwhile, I watch and wonder at the color in the skies, every day... finding peace, absorbing changing color...
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| Marblehead, MA, Sept 2012 |
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| Pond sky, at home in Austin, November |
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| Coots, Mallards, Austin, December 2012 |
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