First off, a big round of applause for my husband, the best ever, he came downstairs and dug right into fixing the drum carder, and in about 15 minutes it was going great and smooth and better than ever. Not many men can fix EVERYTHING but mine does, he's the best ever. I am so blessed. And he fixes things without swearing, too, unless it's plumbing.
And I finished the first two panels of the three-part wall sculpture, the first one, for the show in August in Short North. Here's the right-hand side one, remember, these are going to be painted black,
the three pieces fit together nicely so it's all one visual read from one side to the other. I still need to go back into these and weave some sections to create filled in areas of positive space, but there will be areas where the wall behind shows through as negative space, LOL, no matter where you hang it, it will fit into your color scheme. Am loving the work. It's like someone was drawing lines with big brushy markers, and the lines froze in the winter air, and I picked them up from tumbled piles and put them together again into drawings. They remind me of calligraphy and pictographs and maps of neighborhoods seen from an airplane. They make me think of roots and roads and scratchy quill pens and I fall into them and talk to them as I put them together, like Gepetto and his little Pinochio. I hope others like them also, enough to adopt them into their homes and enjoy them for years to come. Get yourselves some sleep, I'm done hammering for the night. Peace.
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