When I came back from DC, I was sure I was ready to move on to the next phase in this evolution of my silk creations. But no. That was before I picked up my frames from the framer and started to finalize the pieces that went into them.

And there I was, back in the stream of thought re. that project, nicknamed “stubborn color”. Nothing but color. Singular colors made up of many colors. As I mounted them into their frames and had the endless fun (if I never anchored them, truly endless) of arranging them just so. Just so that they somehow lured the eye from one piece to the next – in the series pieces – and also, just so they were not quite settled.

Not quite settled. That’s what I need to create. Color that moves and keeps moving.

And within this same stream of creation, what do I want/need to do next? Well, of course, black and white.

Obviously.

The black that is full of color. And white. The white that also is full of color. And black. The absence containing the fullness. And vice-versa. No color with color. I’m excited to see how this plays out. And how it feeds into these pieces that I’m assembling now.

On that note, it’s hot out. Time to jump in the lake. The cold lake. A sense of winter in summer?

Let’s not get too carried away…