Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Paris Redux

Working in the studio feels so right, even when I don't know what I'm doing or where to go from wherever I happen to be. There's been a lot of that lately -- the not knowing. Circling the wagons, treading water, waiting and getting ready for who knows what. Well I know what and when is coming but how, just now, remains part of the great mystery.

I spent the weekend making prayer flags because they are small, spiritually satisfying and the piece work process - cut, paint, sew, press - seemed like it would be relaxing. Peaceful (no pun intended)and invigorating; relaxing and challenging; simple and complex; yin and yang. The theme is Paris - not the first spiritual city that might pop into your mind but life-changing in its own way.

The seam ripper and I have been closer than usual recently. Probably the most important tool in the studio after the sewing machine. They are like the Medusa and the Snail, their symbiotic relationship arising more than I like to admit.