On my feet, printing for the hours.
|Sewing machine as drying rack|
Every surface draped with drying fabric.
Ideas percolating, time passing. Music playing.
|Waiting in the wings|
Fabrics are intended for a series on
following one's dreams, inspired by the
Thoreau quote about marching
to a different drummer.
|New lace screen on hand-dyed fabric|
Today I begin the work of cutting, blending, and rearranging.
|Five layers. Four years. Finished.|
Work and play, intertwined.