and without knowing,  i realize that the drawing came on the day i knew to be      the day      when everything changed last year.   When we had to evacuate,  when Onday fell.     When something in me broke.  

some kind of voice that is not sound but form is beginning.  here in the basket,  out there,  the trunks of trees.  birds,  the lizards shiftshape

Colorado son fly fishing in Canada.  He studies a fish,  creates a fly,  takes it to see what happens.

back in the day of making the fiber figures  "art dolls"   …..     they came with some words like this.   and those words came so easy.   where'd they go?

attribution only,   stock images

google search,  heritage iris and this was first…among other pics from Etsy for         iris seed.      seed.      iris seed.   ?   i realized i'd never thought before about iris      seed.   always those mystically beauty FULL rhizomes,   asking for propagation,  asking to be broken apart….the sound of that…the snap…

appears so much in her work,  that form that to me is of dried Iris.  Meinrad Craighead.  the deep mystery.