Yesterday was drizzly and grey, but even in the rain, my woods sang with a small burst of color. Despite what follows this season, autumn has always been for me, a joyful time of beginnings.
Every year I take pictures of my woods in season as they cycle. And while they may not look that different, for me they are always new. This season is crisp, pungent, exuberant, and ripe with possibilities: a time to celebrate life. Especially this year.
Last night I unpacked the fabrics and how-to's and bits I created for the book and sorted through them, since they are all pieces I can incorporate into new work. I've been dying to get them back.
So, in the spirit of beginnings, I am off to the studio with these bits this afternoon to see what I can do with these new possibilities!