blame
When I’m not feeling great, the first thing I do is blame. Blame someone. Blame something. So easy to do. Today, the weather was –
alignment
(The paler colored horses? Hard to photograph. They are playing with being there and being barely there. They are happening happening happening. One day, this
dark horse
I don’t know if you recall the piece I started a short while ago: all these soft oranges and yellows. And then blue came in.
the search
I got a text this morning from Marlene: did you find your acorn. Find my acorn??? Godammit, no! I’m not like Peaches who can just
grey
I woke up tired. Out of sorts. Grey mind. Grey outside. The day started off on a low note. For me, that is. I took
soup
The water in this stream moves fast. But it’s been COLD and here are these shards – caught and frozen on the periphery of anything
rubbing elbows
Kari is a new friend here in Bath. We talk, she asks me about my life. And I tell her about whatever progress I’ve made
at core
(snow art) For some reason, I was thinking back on a time in art school when I was slammed. In this situation, we (the group
mess
Cecilia and I spent time together yesterday. We were busy creating. I was putting things in order – stacking the colors along their poles. And
changing
Warm spell in January. The woods were a little wet today. As in soggy. You set out on a walk. It’s such and such distance.
Salley Knight
Salley Knight is an American textile artist. She creates her art using ancient Japanese techniques of hand-dyeing on silk.
