In a sudden rush I finished the ignored tapestry in a couple of days and discovered that despite a strange beginning I was very fond of the piece. Tapesties in any given series are woven over the course of years, but not sequentially. This weaving was Intended as a farewell to our pond in Wisconsin. The pond in sits in a depression. If one lies on a raft in the middle of the pond, the world outside the pond exists only as trees, a hill, and sky.
Light travels across the pond and shimmers up the trunks of the trees.
There is a constant visual dance that would entertain me for hours while my children swam and the world went completely away. If one lies on a raft in the middle of the pond, the world outside the pond exists only as trees, a hill, and sky. Light travels across the pond and shimmers up the trunks of the trees. There is a constant visual dance that would entertain me for hours while my children swam and the world went completely away. I wish they would grow exactly where I want them to grow.