time
I spent many hours yesterday in the studio feeling like I was only fiddling. I spend so long there sometimes just feeling useless. And then an idea comes and I am full or overfilling. Yesterday a tiny idea snuck in at the last second and changed a huge way that I plan to show my work. I needed to spend all that time in order to get to that feeling, but I couldn’t see it coming. I cannot weave, where each line is a mark of time and in the end time is tangible. It can be so frustrating. Today, again: to try so hard to hear what my hands are making, then to have it come popping out of the ground like a tulip I didn’t know I had planted, right when I was thinking of taking a nap.
