I fall into it.
I need to hold myself back from doing it all day.
Diagonal marks with wool thread,
alternating straight lines with curved,
I consciously attempt to make an eye bending experience.
a place of texture
that is untethered to conscious thought
like a dream is
like when you close your eyes
and retreat into your own body
and slow way down
non geometreic, non anthromorphic, non-notthing.
Another kind. Another vision. Another sort.
From a totally other reference point. Is it possible?"
its out of my hands
(see here for story) (also here )
and then wrapping them gently with wool cloth, stitching them shut
are what makes Canadian art what it is.