Spring is finally here and I’m feeling it. The sound of woodpeckers and peepers. The sound of birds, who I can’t identify, but know I wasn’t hearing till recently. The warmth of the sun and the soft soil. The smell of mud and manure and warm air. And there’s something else. It’s going on inside of me. Something I can’t articulate, but I still trust is happening. It needs time and patience. It won’t be rushed.
I started walking in the wood behind our house again. They are so alive, but it’s just below the surface. A silent humming that vibrates inside of me, like the thumping of a grouse. Come to my time, the woods say to me. Things happen when they’re ready to, not when they should.
I started working on Forest Echoes yesterday and finished it today. I was so unsure of it. I kept feeling myself being pulled outside. First I raked the tiny garden patch by the back porch. Then I started turning the soil in the Dahlia garden. Then I took another walk in the woods. So I think I brought more than a little of the outdoors into this piece. It says what I can’t in words about what I’m feeling inside me.
Some of it is marker and some of it is stitched. The fabric is an old linen, maybe a table runner. You can see the letter “A” embroidered on the bottom. It’s about 20″ x 27″ and is Sold
for sale. It’s $150 + $10 shipping. If it speaks to you and you’d like to take it home, you can email me here at [email protected].