There are some places, that when you go there you can’t be anywhere else. You mind does not wander. |
I am looking at a bit of embroidery my grandmother made, right here beside me, and it holds not only her touch, it holds the time she took to make it, does it also hold something of her consciousness? I think so. Maybe art is what comes out of the other end of the space time cornucopia shaped vacuum cleaner – out of the other side of the black hole that sucks up all our energy and time. It was pointed out to me that when trees drop their leaves the nutrients go back into the soil by a lot of diverse bio activity - and the tree uses those compounds to make new leaves! Maybe these are the kinds of things we think when we've been at home a long time. If any of this resonates with you please let me know. I am now as always yours, Ann |
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this section is devoted to what's on my mind - and reflections of the process of being an artist and blogging about it. - Ann Heideman
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