This weekend we are having our first autumn storm
in the Pacific
Northwest. The wind is howling, the leaves are
blowing and I just want to open all the doors and
let them all blow in!
The light shines through the house. Color changes from
moment to moment, room to room. It dances through
the trees and through my mind.
Treasures are moved around and call for my attention.
And art is made. This is a tiny book on my work table.
About two inches by two inches, it is really a part
of another project, and is not finished! I love
photographing parts of my art before they are finished.
They change so much, and when I do I remember
the first feeling of what I was making.
The pages have different textures... who knows what
I will fill them (or not) with.
I am always looking for butterfly images, to play with
on my scanner and cut out for a collage...
More pages in my Clarity book are worked on,
this is called, What would the bird say?
Follow the light.
See what is hidden.
Listen to the north wind.
Autumn is made for dreaming.
The distant ocean is still there.
And the windows are always open.
