Common chaos. Knots of life. Little irritants. Sometimes things don't go very smoothly or the way you planned. You gotta pause and work out the kinks.
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February 28, 2017
Common Chaos
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October 20, 2016
Layers Of Life
Layers of life are built of time, memory and experiences both significant and insignificant. Oftentimes it is those negligible things that spring to our consciousness time and again. Simple gestures are the found objects of life we hold onto for reasons we cannot explain. We are cocooned in these layers. We are bound by them. Our lives are like surprise balls with hidden treasures fossilized in its strata. Some are happy, some are sad, we share snippets with others as we meet and greet. Acquaintances grow into friendships. We mine their treasures as we share our own. We communicate and we connect. This is the sediment of life. It makes us vulnerable.
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Showing posts with label piffle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label piffle. Show all posts
February 28, 2017
Common Chaos
Common chaos. Knots of life. Little irritants. Sometimes things don't go very smoothly or the way you planned. You gotta pause and work out the kinks.
Labels:
artist life,
contemporary fiber art,
fiber,
fiber art,
life,
piffle,
thoughts,
words
October 20, 2016
Layers Of Life
Layers of life are built of time, memory and experiences both significant and insignificant. Oftentimes it is those negligible things that spring to our consciousness time and again. Simple gestures are the found objects of life we hold onto for reasons we cannot explain. We are cocooned in these layers. We are bound by them. Our lives are like surprise balls with hidden treasures fossilized in its strata. Some are happy, some are sad, we share snippets with others as we meet and greet. Acquaintances grow into friendships. We mine their treasures as we share our own. We communicate and we connect. This is the sediment of life. It makes us vulnerable.
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