torsdag 18 augusti 2016
Today was like I needed scaffolding around myself. Something to hold on to when too much feels insecure. I did my daily tangling and looking at it afterwards this becomes obvious to me. Yes it is a part of a mourning-process, I know that. But to look at the process as a picture is a little bit scary at the same time as it is a relief.
The string is important when it is about scaffolding. Here it is string 143 by Beth Snoderly. The patterns are Waves (Suzanne McNeill), Oof, Hollibaugh, Nipa and Tipple.