love like rain

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dear reader,

typically,

i'm a very monogamous artist.

typically,

i'm only working one piece

at a time.

Then why are uncompleted weavings everywhere?

i think 'everywhere' is a little dramatic

eeeeeveryw-

it's because of this hesitancy to push. to get back in the game, really. because it just seems as though whenever i do push, it becomes a real knotty ball. so I've been quiet. and still. holding only my own. misunderstood, though i may be.

but this hesitancy has kinda leaked into the artwork. so after a few minutes working a piece, some version of you-

(😎)

chimes in and says

Don't push it.

and you're right. it's like receiving only one known decision at a time, across and over many. versus flowing all in to one.

so i move on to the next piece

but now with spring...

a reminder to share your perennials.

'there's no such love in the world like rain.'

I've been thinking about our instincts. how they have evolved within america's suicide nation. instincts like to breed, and socialize. this inherent s(ee/a)m between masculine and feminine.

feminine as the buzzing social creatures that would return with locations and news

masculine as the sitting and discussing of the information- the formulation

and all the infinite ways

these might look