For Phyllis who asked about my cat. Hazel is an expert at being slothful, but knows just when to speed up. When she thinks she's going to get fed in particular. Just behind Hazel is a piece of a broken tile. I did a photo transfer on to the tile. It's a photo of a piece of lace that one of my great grandmothers made. Didn't notice that was there until I cropped the photo.
Another passage I like from Finding Beauty in a Broken World by Terry Tempest Williams:
"Much of our world now is a fabrication, a fiction, a manufactured and manipulated time-lapsed piece of film making where a rose no longer unfolds but bursts. Speed is the buzz, the blur, the drug. Life out of focus becomes our way of seeing. We no longer expect clarity. The lenses of perception and perspective have been replaced by speed, motion. We don't know how to stop. The information we value is retrieved, never internalized."
Slow cloth, slow food, slow transportation, going slowly.... I haven't finished the book yet, but I think that slowing down is part of finding beauty.