Even though it was cloudy, is cloudy, the park was full of people this morning.
I imagine stories as I go past them or they go past me.
Tide was in.
I sat for awhile, but not here...
And I collected a few things:
I came home and finished up the pigments I've been working on this week.
It occurred to me today that the pigments are a form of field note for me.
Information, documentation, about place and time...about what I love.
The brown on the top is from a rock that I found on my birthday, the powdered pigment on the left from a rock found a few weeks ago, the greenish-yellow a lake pigment made from mullein, and the yellow a lake pigment made from willow leaves.
The fabric on the bottom is from the willow leaf dye bath, the next layer is the mullein, and the orange-brown in the very back is buddleia over turmeric stain over brown cotton.
For some reason I have the idea that we are all made of stardust stuck in my head.
Not a bad thing to hold on to.