Tuesday, May 29, 2007


The feel of watercolor paper thickened with wax and rapped tightly with floss sewn onto a piece of strong paper. security. I feel safe there. I can live there - underneath the wax. It covers me and I'm safe and warm. every pore enveloped. I am wax. I am glued together. Tightly wrapped. nothing can escape.Nothing can be lost and nothing can ever die.

Monday, May 07, 2007

Easy Like A Monday In May

It was beautiful outside today. breezy. I woke up and ran to the table to dye paper. fingers turned red and green and blue. then played with glue.
which was good. really good.
but I need to learn to go outside too.