Dyed kozo, flax and abaca
I am bad at the blahgin’ right now, mostly because I’m so, so utterly absorbed here, so here are random images. Tonight is unique in that I reached a natural stopping point and came up to the apartment at 11:30. Most nights, it’s been well after 1 am., sometimes 3 am, but today flowed so well I had forgotten to eat dinner; just did that.
The fiber stove on a roofed side porch outside the paper studio.
My two residency-mates, who were printing when I arrived, are now just finishing the sewing marathon stages of their editions, soon to be replaced with cover-printing and binding marathons, and I am all fiber-y, wet-footed, building and thoroughly happy, looking forward to my soon upcoming times of color (my dye order arrived today) and bandsaw and assembly. I have three pieces going, currently, and little experiments here and there.
Chris and Amanda begin sewing Amanda’s edition…
…Amanda’s edition a day later.
Abby’s edition of 35.
And even when I am not in the studio, things are flowing, flowing, flowing towards me. For instance, three shows came in, in as many days, and another enormous possibility to have along-held dream realized, and more, more, more support. I keep thinking of Aimee’s “abundance is real.” It is, for me right now, incredibly so. It’s wonderful, it’s the golden time, the flourishing.