I’ve been thinking a lot about circles lately. Blood circulating throughout the body… the daily pattern of the day-night cycle… the rhythm of the seasons… the ultimate cycle of birth and death. I’ve been thinking of how sometimes we hurl along in sunshine and we probe along in shadow, but mostly we find ourselves in a different yet familiar place. It’s as if we are born spinning.
I’ve been working to finish something I started a long time ago. The palate is not something I’d choose today, but immersing myself once again in these colors, I’m able to pick up on what I was thinking and feeling when I started this project. Already I’ve resolved the overall shape, and perhaps the quilting. Hopefully when it’s done it will be that poised silent beauty I’ve had in mind.