Knitting knitting knitting.
It grew. It grew. It shifted slightly just that way and became a caterpillar.
A fuzzy caterpillar.
It ate.
It slowed.
It wove.
It slept.
It slept straight through the pain, the breaking, the making, the knitting into a new life.
It emerged, for beauty.
For beauty.
Quite by chance, Plum Kennard has been around quite a while and is happy to be in this world. Her work reflects her delight in the magical moments of life, but also the grief & loss a long life brings.
I love the movement in this … the dance of life. Beautiful.
This is lovely. Subtle. It makes me want to reread.
Through creative labor and through pain, beauty emerges. I am right there in the making, breaking and knitting a new life. Many thanks dear Ms. Plum.
Beauty: yes – right there. Thank you.
Lovely….so subtle, so much there.