the eye of the storm

the country is going to the dogs

I've had hardly any paying work since autumn

I'm busy organising gigs, workshops, anything, at any price. All municipal money for culture has been frozen, by the government

sometimes I am paralyzed by anxiety

mostly I make do

but, in the midst of all this and more

I'm having fun. and much more than fun

collecting fleeces

making and undoing bundles

and

the cloth to cloth online course by jude hill

plantdyed silk on cotton

If I put an eye in there it will be a storm

a spidersweb

a sun

a dreamplace

it is waiting do become

canvas

or

doodlepad

or

as is

he he sons clothes slowly turning into drawstring bag
a beginning

and some more which are beginnings of beginnings, sparks of ideas searching for their shape

no more words, I will sleep, and dream, and weave