This morning I worked on a cover design for a book of poems.

I’ve been collaborating with the author over the last month or so and these are the places the work is taking me:

to quiet

to acknowledgement of the futility of perceived control

to a respect for wildness and our inability to tame

to stories

to delicate marks

to love and loss

to cycles of growth, death, and rebirth

to concise expression

to femininity

to domesticity

to smallness

to seasons shared through history

to vulnerability

to frailty

to shared matter

to meaning making through the senses

This is a nice place to be.  The work is restrained and small and it fits nicely with sitting quietly.

With wondering and waiting for birth.

With (thinking about) decorating for Christmas and anticipating the arrival of family.

With mild December weather.

 

Later I plan on stopping in at Remedy Coffee shop for Spark (“a time for Knoxville creatives — freelancers, small agencies, artisans, so on, so forth — to come together to work and learn together in an eclectic co-working environment for the benefit of not just the individual, but the group”).  Quite the shift from the quiet stillness of being alone at my big work table.  But I hear new experiences are good for the brain.