I’m feeling very humbled these days in front of my design wall. I think it takes lots of courage to be an artist. Sometimes more courage than I can muster… well, most of the time. I press on tho; I have an almost primal need to bring something new to this world, to make new discoveries along the way and to contribute something good. On my wall is a pastel by an artist (I cannot remember the name) who seems to have captured that moment when the sun sinks low and bathes everything in gold. Two opposite colors of purple and yellow blend towards one another in magnificent arrays cascading their influence on the landscape. If only it were that easy in fiber. Here, I’m left with color and shape, hard edges and blunt transitions. Threadwork will help soften those edges… a little. I have in mind to add in illusions of transparencies and veils. No sure if I can do it, I’m reaching for what courage I have to make my vision a reality.