Day 14 -

there are no words today – just the experience…

Day Thirteen

….today I noticed the scent of people as they entered the space….I felt the presence of a friend….I heard and saw the piece more acutely….all my senses are heightened

Day Twelve

there is no alone — all movement, no matter how subtle, affects the whole  

there is transformation

Day Eleven

…a strand coaxed out of the weave moves the entire wall…so much interconnectedness…

today the canvas opened…. to the eyes of the cameras and the observers…

Day Ten

Fatigue  -  on all levels…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWwF-2pdzWw

Day Nine

Words , both private and public, are being written about this piece…thank you to all who are writing!

Day Eight

Today my body recognized all of the positions it assumed…not always so comfortable but always familiar.

The piece is opening up…I’m working through it rather than going from front to back.

Day Seven : the mid-mark

The mid-mark:  seven completed work days are stretched out behind me… but the seven in front seem compressed…my attention has shifted…I’m on top of every strand…every movement…every light shift…every breeze… this morning I rested against the canvas and it supported me.

Day Six

Thank you all for coming and engaging in such a thoughtful discussion of my work last night. I left the gallery feeling understood.

Today: with  the talk behind me and the insights you  shared still resonating in my head, I came  unencumbered to the piece.  The hours flew and I went deep within the work.

Day Five

 Today the cars, airplanes, lawn mowers, invaded my space.   The hours seemed endless.