I don't know what I'm doing

In order to arrive at what you are not,
you must go through the way in which you are not,
and what you do not know
is the only thing you know. T.S. Eliot

It took me three hours yesterday to size up one drawing onto a piece of quilt backing cotton. Crawling around on the floor was easier and gave better results than going up and down the step ladder to use the pin wall. Maybe it was the black diesel exhaust from the cruise ship docked just outside my window all day that muddled my thinking and my ability. It finally left around 5 p.m.

studio work

I spent a good amount of time in my studio yesterday, and came home exhilarated. The circle paintings are still coming, but its time to consider how I'll be able to translate them to cloth and stitch. Using the 12" ceiling tiles that cover the walls as a measurement, I pinned a strip of fabric into a 90" square outline and cut out a 60" diameter circle from an old sheet. Doing just that was so exhausting I had to lie down on the floor. The beautiful activity just outside my window revived me.