Last night I was tired of anything that felt like order. Or structure. I had wrapped rope for these two purple bowls in the Iris series
and needed a change from deliberate intention to random happenstance. So instead of selecting each color/cloth, I simply wrapped rope with whatever color was closest to my fingertips. It was liberating. No decisions involved. Just the need to have something, anything, in order to wrap rope. This morning while I was following spiral with this baskowl, I realized I was modelling bird behavior. Building a solid nest from scraps in my environment. Structure and soundness trumping everything.
And the dye garden, coming along slowly. Seeds planted on Sunday–woad, weld, agrimony, marigold, madder and marjoram–now gently watered by these last few days of soft rain. These weld plants were in the garden at my old home–relocated last week.
And these, black Hopi sunflower seeds, pre-sprouted inside, will go out tomorrow, surrounding the trunk of the pearless pear tree that split sometime ago and had to be removed. These seeds hinting of the color they’ll provide.