I work exceedingly slowly these days. After each “success”–whether it be a completion of a project, an acceptance into an exhibit, or a Personal Best–there is a time of blankness, blank on the surface at least, with swimming things underneath……….or maybe better, letting things be fallow for awhile.
Fallow is a colour also, browns, a mood i never cared for in earlier years, but with the use of natural dyes, ecoprinting and rust processes, a warm entry into the subconscious i didn’t act on in those early years. When i remember back to childhood, i was out in the fields, no matter the season, and browns featured greatly, earth, rock, tree, root, deep pond.
And chocolate. Coffee. Hands in the soil.
And blue, didn’t much care for that either, but again: sky, water, shadow and dusk, the fields after supper.
Eyes. Mood. Music. Midnight on the prairie, in the mountains.
Pulling ideas together, i often look back to previous work.
“i hear an owl mousing
in the cold indigo of a dusk meadow.
where apple bloom ices the night,
time is a feather dropped in the grass.” a. barr 1976
I still have 42 words to create, and then i will decide how to use them with these:
Immersed, and buried, acquiesced.