i'm having this intense decor-related conflict (eye roll).
it goes like this: edit or accumulate, edit or accumulate and also color or black and white, color or black and white. and then this is followed by another internal dialogue which is "don't be shallow, but i can't help it"...or this torturous iteration: "why can't you put your energy toward world hunger, global warming, fill in any large scale unstable worldwide condition of your choice and repeat".
i can't believe i am typing this stuff. i rarely plan what i'm going to write here until the "new post" window pops up and then she-bang i blab on about whatever is currently knocking round my brain.
last night i sewed this old cotton fabric i scrounged up and dyed into curtains for the kitchen counter. i also dyed a rag rug runner a friend wove for me years ago. this morning i turned another fraying rag rug into a chair pad. the color and the added stuff feels too much all together and i immediately want to edit again.
meaning or meaningless?
all this doesn't feel like learned behavior. it is the very same process i go through when i am drawing or painting or making most anything. i have driven certain people crazy changing paint colors and moving furniture etc. etc. and have made my own poor self crazy with the process of creating and tearing down.
and i want to explain that it's not a choice. do you know what i mean?
i leave you with this incomplete notion. if you have any thoughts- rhapsodize or rant.