the lights in my studio fade from dim to darkness…
something about low electrical current.
i am recording my evening in the stitches and progression of my knitting;
moods reflected in color variation,
distractions detailed in careless curves…
but it all adds up to something.
which brings me closer to the point
when i can step back and see what i have really been up to.
desperate measures
troubled waters
things are in transition at the moment…
2 shows are coming up,
i traveled to & all around ireland,
my father broke his ankle, &
i am without car.
this leaves me feeling excitable,
upset, overwhelmed & wonderful.
