It is a cliche, but it is true: every day is a new day. Every season opens our eyes anew.
I find myself experimenting more than usual. What if I unwrap one of those little canvases I bought (on sale!), and actually, really use it? Can I simply work on it and see what develops? Can I be unafraid to make something ugly or uninteresting? Can I give myself that permission, that freedom?
What I know about this piece: I want to make circles, I want there to be yellow and orange, and I want to use materials that interest me. This photo is stage one, background in progress. I traced round objects with pencil and marker, glued on some fabric and paper circles, then added some paint. Not much to look at right now. I want to learn to accept my unease as I work. (My inner critic is screaming that this piece is already a failure, but I've put in my earplugs, and I'm sticking out my tongue in a defiant raspberry.)
Crochet has become my bus stop sport. I don't make a lot of bus trips, but when I take a ride, I have yarn and hook in hand. Today, the thingy developed into another little hat for a plushie or a doll. Maybe. Anyway, I'm adding pink fringe, learning more about crochet and acceptance as I go.