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.
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.
Today the cars, airplanes, lawn mowers, invaded my space. The hours seemed endless.
Today it was all about the small strands as separated from the canvas. Their weight surprised me. I thought they would float to the floor but they actually drop.
I’m working on both sides of the canvas now. My position seems to be determined by the light and the walls of the gallery.
Today I just sat with the piece and touched the strands…
…today I “saw” the fabric…felt it’s weight…heard the sound of the strands as I pulled them…I was totally present.