One step forward 13,000 steps back

Guess what Sue did yesterday. No, she did not sit leisurely in a chair, reading a book, or pass the day simply backpainting, or making something look aged and dirty. Give up?

She walked the equivalent of, at the very least, 2.5 miles.

On the paint deck.

With no shoes.

Very slowly.

Backwards.

The way you paint fabric to look like fabric, my friends is to pull a horsehair broom with a crazy haircut that you have dipped in paint, as straight as you possibly can, over a large expanse of, you guessed it, Fabric!

Think - those guys who rake the sand into pretty patterns in wonderful tea gardens. Except more and in a larger space.

The first weave was very Zen. You know - before my feet started aching. I did, however, come up with a Chinese Proverb.

The barrel rolls once

twice

three times

as it slows

to peer at the sky

Kinda Zen. Kinda odd. You think you get it but then it makes you wonder: Seems simple, but it's a proverb, so it can't be just simple. And why a barrel? Where is it rolling? Is it rolling on its own, or was it pushed?!

Just anomalous enough to be confusing. That's what I look for in an ancient proverb.

So, a very successful day.

but my feet still hurt.