and now, here i am, working regularly in my studio, and absolutely loving writing a short narrative/poem to accompany the small art quilts i make each day. yesterday's and today's are two of my favorites.
they lived in japan then. the ship had left that morning, taking with it the man she loved. their baby was sleeping soundly upstairs... she sat in the dark house, sipping cabernet from a crystal goblet, listening to chopin, and staring at the rain running in rivulets down the narrow street...
if she sat very still in the garden just as the sun rose, she could sometimes hear her roses singing. "usually it sounds like a cross between a lullaby and a madrigal, " she said, "but at other times there's definitely a bit of bosa nova going on..."
i loved the creative writing class i took in summer school at punahou between my freshman and sophomore years. we were challenged to edit our writing to just the essence of what we were trying to express. what an incredible class. it ruined me for writing the long papers required in college, but now it helps me each day when i reflect on the new little quilt in front of me and listen to its story...