Lunch break, sitting on the grass outside the building.
Two perspectives.
Things gathered.
Fabric from Jude. There was a plan when it was cut out it but I don't remember. A new opportunity now.
The lids contain dried pigment. Honey could have been added to keep it from cracking. It could still be done.
The dahlia a gift from a friend, from her garden. The bottom rock is crumbly enough that it might work for a pigment. Both marking a special day and I will try making pigments from them.
The other rock I will keep for awhile.
A favorite book, Everyone Needs a Rock by Byrd Baylor and Peter Parnall.
I was doing a bit of research and had the thought that to hold a rock is a way to hold time.
That making a pigment can be too.
That something made, telling a story, holds time.