those walnuts have been rotting cheerfully away in the vat for a long time now and just in the last week, i am dropping in scrap after scrap.
Brown. Not indigo, or golds or yellows or beauty full marks with leaves and things….just Brown.
this is 2 ft long, 6 in wide. Here it's on the SouthWest window curtain late in the afternoon so an illuminated brown
i think if asked about Favorite Color, no too many might say
brown
as i fed and filled Goat water, i looked for brown Out there…there's a lot of brown and of course, all the earth under my footpalms is brown. That crazy Kochia weed that makes this Place Green in warm months is beginning to become brown. The leaves of the old Apricot are becoming brown. All the wood fencing, brown. Even the mountains, without the magic of SUN, them, brown, the Rim, brown. Horizon, really, brown.
maybe brown is the soft undercolor of things…like the undercoat of sheep, the hidden
i'll try to take some more "true" pics of this strip of cloth tomorrow maybe…depending…, here because of the light coming through the curtain, it's not quite true, but then it is, in it's
circumstance
I sigh. Something about this brown walnut dye cloth is letting me get free of something. It's comforting and because it's "not so much" it is letting me not need it to be anything other than what it is and maybe it's then letting me be nothing other than what i am. Maybe i am brown.
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