This is the only spot in the house that isn't stacked with boxes.
We're in. And absolutely exhausted. I was shampooing the carpets at the old house last night at 10 p.m.. Now I am sitting on the deck at the dome enjoying the cool breeze and vowing to relax for at least ten minutes. That's it, I can't think of a single interesting thing to say. My brain must still be at the old place.
I'm an artist who has been making stuff for 30 years. I used to spin, knit, weave, quilt, design, write, embroider and garden, and I still do most of these things, but for the last few years I have been focused on stitching images from Canada's first natural history, the Codex Canadensis.
I try to live a life of minimal consumption and maximum creation. More and more, I see how these are connected.