Tuesday, April 7, 2009
My sketch books are filling up with drawings of pieces I want to make in clay. The drawings feel like sticky notes all over my brain. If I have sticky notes, I can't wait till I complete what is on the sticky note, so I can throw the sticky note away. Here's one of the sticky notes I get to toss out of my brain, Black Feather. Actually this is one half of a double sticky note, I'm still working on the companion piece, White Feather. So I guess I have to hold on to this sticky note for a while longer. How about you, do you have any sticky notes in your brain you'd like to toss out?
I think the piece looks like my drawing, but I'm not sure about the eyes. I may want to change them in the morning. Sometimes there are things I would like to say but know I shouldn't, because I just know what I say will come back to bite me later on. Other times there are things I wish I had said but didn't. And then there are the times I say things and later regret saying them. Sometimes life is perfectly imperfect.
The flower for today is a yarrow, but you may not be familiar with this variety, which is Paprika. This is a great variety of yarrow, it's drought tolerant, good for a cut flower, the foliage is bright and feathery, and the blossoms fade to pale yellow, then brown, and look nice in any stage of bloom in the garden.