…The circle has turned all the way around the sun – (at least that is how I picture it) – since I began this blog to help me focus on colour. On late afternoons as dusk falls, the reds pop. I love to walk in the in-between times, the liminal times where you slip through the layers. Dusk and the call of blackbirds, glow of leaves, softening, darkening.. Though the wintry sun is sharp and captures the changing season’s jewels in the precious earlier daylight…
The natural finds from walks fill my worktable in little heaps, and I like the way the little crochet chainstitch links the walking and making practices.
These little interludes – small offerings – have caught in my mind and my hands make the stitches, repeating them, finding their own way where my eyes can’t always see because of the fine cotton
There is a peacefulness at dusk and the drawing in of the light and a sharpness of light in the morning’s low sun