I just looked and this blog has been up and running for a little more than two years. I guess because of this and the reality of introspective early December inclinations I am feeling less verbal and more inclined to share some pictures.
Over the last few weeks I have plunged into the production of images for an upcoming show. My hands are covered in wax and glue, I mostly live in a grimy pair of pajamas with an endless pot of tepid tea and I think a lot about tones and textures. This inward looking work is just right for this time of year and I alternate between making images and cooking not so exciting bean soups and hard boiled eggs with kale.
Last weekend the amazing girls at the Moon invited me out to a dyeing bundling day which reminded me of how much I love the mess of after a crazy Pacific storm. Here are those photos:
To be followed soon by a podcast about Pu-erh in the time it takes to drink a pot of tea.