Revisiting "putter."
It was a slow day after a busy week.
The cats wanted lots of cuddles (purr).
There are things to preserve...pears from the garden and local prunes. It was the best crop yet on the prune tree (about 20) but that's not enough to fill up the dehydrator and I love dried prunes. They have so much more flavor than what can be purchased at the store.
I am thinking about things that are precious, things we want to preserve... About how seasons come and go but it's never quite the same. Some things age and new things come about; we change.
Today everything is filtered through smoke from wildfires.
Perspective.
Two pigments.
On the left is what I think is a piece of cement. I picked it up on the beach.
On the right, soil from California. Soil that fed redwood trees. From a place where I played as a child.
Pigments are so much about place for me. And place is one of the most important things that I care about. Local and global. That we are part of both. Thinking about soil as earth. Earth as soil and earth as planet.
Products...things that have been made.
Paper and twine.
The little purple dot is pigment too...from the corn husk that I was twining.
I think I will probably make some ink from some of the corn husks.
More play.
The twine was made to bind the top of a basket together. I might, with the next batch of paper, try placing other twine into the pulp to see if it will hold in a different way.
P.S. I really can't write the word "precious" without thinking of The Hobbit... a whole other perspective.