A Taste of Honey

I recently spent two days in my studio under the blissful tutelage of pure desire.

The result was a collection of ovals, each made from some small scrap of weathered fabric, cardboard, and either a felt or paper backing.

Although the work began spontaneously, it wasn't long before I was collecting a list of connections:

A way to honor cherished bits of fabric
Ideal hoosh items for overhead shots
Symbols of self — the oval is my trademark
Esoteric connection — the amygdala/third eye/philosopher's stone/egg/crucible of life/perfection
Art objects — I feel they fully express everything I would want to say

I know I will return...