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 acknowledgement of the futility of perceived control
to a respect for wildness and our inability to tame
to delicate marks
to love and loss
to cycles of growth, death, and rebirth
to concise expression
to seasons shared through history
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.