Today there was a foreign object on my horizon...
the bluest sky opened up this morning...
a cathedral began to crystallize ...radiate...reflect...aa new beginning slowly unfolding
I can see small shadows dancing on the hillside as if a ballet was performed just for my pleasure...
the ice crystals are like jewels...free for a day trip for daydreaming and seeing the cracks in the cold veil splintering...
the light is breaking through the darkness from the winter's cloak...
I can feel the change
I expect miracles
I see miracles
I am a miracle
Still Here.
The ground is unveiling my hidden objects under the snow mounds...my own wabi-sabi is taking place and there is a beauty in the progression of rust painting it's voice in on the disintegration of a metal surface. My coffee pot from 1950' has shown very little transition in it's surface design elements. I want to create a metal mixed media sculpture of a woman... I won't say how this will be completed but honestly I am enjoying the exploration of using unfamiliar materials. The collagraph materials are coming together ...I still have issues with how will I print my final series of maybe three if I am lucky. I do know where there is a small press in Granville and maybe I will be able to use it on both my fabrics and papers.
Tomorrow I am meeting with the curator for the gallery to begin to finalize plans for the last three months before ...when I say this out loud I feel fear creeping in. I remember to tell myself...."Do the work...daily and the rest will follow" I feel as if I am revealing my own unveiling of self...raw...fragile... and frail. It is worth the risk. Imagine and Live in Peace, Mary Helen Fernandez Stewart
