Beautiful friends.
How are your precious hearts?
Did the sun shine on your face today?
Did you spend time over the long weekend in that beautiful, aching world outside your window?
Have you been able to be with the weeds, those incredible beings peeking their heads up everywhere right now, in these the first days of April?
If ever there was a better way to speak of resilience, a more gorgeous language for hope than weeds, I have yet to encounter it.
We have made our way to the summertime of the marked calendar. The last book I read before the clock changed was this utterly beautiful and deeply affecting one—UNDERSTOREY by Anna Chapman Parker—as an early copy. I will share more about it closer to publication date in June but I thoroughly recommend you preorder now as it is such a tender, nourishing book. It is structured, as Cacophony Of Bone is, as a day book. Each chapter is a month of a year, and there are exquisite illustrations throughout.
I want to share a few lines from the entry for today’s date, where she writes about daisies and Richard Long, one of my all time favourite artists—
‘Using absence to describe a shape is what Richard Long did in 1968, when in a field of daisies he picked the flowers that at along two lines of an X, effectively making a drawing through removal…the work itself would only endure until the daisies regrew— which, being resilient weeds, they were bound to do. Long’s work reminds me that the more effective mark might sometimes be an editing-out rather than adding-in—and that some of the strongest images are made when treading softly.’
I’ve had an interesting few months with my creative practice, as I’ve shared a wee bit on here.
There are changes ahead for me as I try to navigate
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