The Way Back Machine-One

The Way Back Machine known as a Blog.  I went back to the posts from 2010.  So many.  I think I was trying for one a day.  This image was from my "painting of fabric adventures" in 2008.  I have no idea where it went or where it was used.  It's "new" to me in 2018.   It could be something I would make today.  Moody.  Moony.  Atmospheric.  I wish I had it in my hands right now. In all my visits to the "Attic" this fabric has never surfaced.  But I have a picture of it.  Taken by me.

Rain all night and into the early part of the day.  There was warmth and some sunshine when I took the compost bucket out to empty in the compost pile.  Now the sun is gone.  I'm not complaining.  The Earth needs rain.

I think my friend Grace has mentioned times of feeling "between" one Place and Another.  In that space of not being Here and not being There.  That is how things are with me.  Not really knowing where I am.  Or what I am doing.  I have several projects up in the air, spinning slowly.  My pages (I sewed another last evening), my reading, my drawing, my painting, my gardening.

Each...seems to gently move into the next.  Overlapping at times.  I try to control things but I don't think that is necessary.  Sometimes "control" is pretty useless and I need to be mindful of that.

Anyway---I moved some images from 2008 into the picture file.  We'll look at them in coming posts and talk about them.  I admit to feeling like I was reading the words of someone else.  I looked at some images and wondered where they came from.  Like the one at the top of this post.  It's like the other painted fabric I use and still have pieces of---but it's VERY different.  Like a message I sent myself but didn't get or read until yesterday.  Eight years later.  There are more of those messages.  Stay tuned.