water music

One of the things I like about making,  is the evidence that I was here.   Somehow, the length of time spent with a piece is held within it. 

My hand's gesture and touch stays with the beautiful object.  

These streamers of cloth petals are a different way of thinking for me.
They are planned to be ephemeral.

The time it takes to stitch each one seems to disappear.  Look at these drops / dots.
They seem to just be.
They exist like rain exists, or dappled sunshine.  They are only meant to be perfect for one day.

Looking at these I realize that I've never felt quite so close to being like mother nature.  She who paints with small marks like leaves, grass, clouds,  in immense spaces... with confidence. 

My streamers fall and move with the breezes.  When the wedding is over, they will have completed their purpose.  These not heirlooms.

They will have a brief performance like the poof of a piano sonata after months of practice.