wendy came right over and put her head on jean's bojagi

and did not want to leave

i had to twist around to show you this a bit better.

when it arrived in my mailbox,

it was quite hot

and it smelled like the dyes,

the essence of jean's weaving,

thoughts,

hands.

i buried my face in it before the heat faded.

this is the second stump loom

cut from recycled barn wood from

his old dairy barn

that was recycled first

as a porch.

sustainability in action.

i have been exploring alisa golden's nifty structure:

created by her husband

who is not a book artist

(wonderful, that)

and have a new idea
we'll see if it can work into something
or
where it goes
when a new way of doing a beloved task emerges,
so much potential
my head is zinging
new
New
NEW
~~~~~
there are still some lokta squares available
should you care to have your own
(see the prior post)