ears
So, where’s your hat, Nana? Cecilia is all snuggled in her cap with ears. Not me. But I’ll have one on soon enough. Not with
find
(nature’s art: “drawing” from pruning done by latest ice) On the highway, I passed a truck with a big sign on it: Find Your Beach.
touched
So admittedly, this is an icy finger reaching out. But imagine it was warm. And reddish. Even loving. Tonight, Nika was asking me about whether
red
Red. I’m on red. Large red horse coming up. And why horse? Over and over. Horse after horse. You know, I’m not sure. I can
trudging
Wet snow. Then rain. Freezing rain. Power outages. I grew up in the south. I’m trying to recall if I ever experienced any time when
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
Salley Knight
Salley Knight is an American textile artist. She creates her art using ancient Japanese techniques of hand-dyeing on silk.
