Remember the first time you ever strung beads, or macaroni, or popcorn—tied a careful knot at one end and added one bead after the other to your piece of yarn, collecting a long strand to tie into a necklace?
Today, no careful knot. No knot at all. Just one moment after another slipping onto the string of my attention and off again, each making space for the next. And the next.
Startlingly high tide in the salt marshes; brilliant late-season red leaves; a huge tractor trailer that puffs diesel exhaust my way; a parking kiosk that shortchanges and befuddles me; India ink that flows unpredictably from an applicator tip; brisk wind that tugs a corner of my painting out from under masking tape; a solution for blocking spam iMessages.
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6 comments:
Macaroni necklaces! Strings of popcorn for the birds...pony beads in a row. The ultimate in surrender - leaving the string unknotted. Beautiful work, Dotty!
Turning it around, adding more stories, strings and scribbles. Love those olive greens, give great contrast!
Love your stringing-beads memories. Now you've evoked a moment from my college years (like wow, man, late 60s early seventies): bell-bottom pants (for-real ones from the army-navy surplus store in New London), macramé belt, stringing colored seed beads on dental floss—and I didn't even need glasses to do the job!
Yes, the ultimate in surrender, leaving the string unknotted.
Thanks, Jen.
Carol, thanks for the feedback re the olive greens and contrast. Eager to get back to this piece this afternoon. A few miles to go before then!
Oh that crackled paint!
oh that crackled earth : )
Thanks, Sheila!
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