Some days are filled with thought. And much like other days.
At Aber Mawr I gilded two stones, one large, left standing, below the tide line.
The second was smaller, placed at the crossing, where people look down at their feet.
The sun was warm, the sea was calm. Another time I will swim.
And coming home, a message from a friend saying he was going stone hunting. The stone from a few days ago was gone, maybe taken by the sea. It was big, heavy. I wondered who would get these ones first, the sea, Andy, or a passing walker.
Back home I worked on a proposal for a new book, my first since finishing The Lost Words a while back. Andy messaged to say they had found both stones, taken them home ( cone must have been a challenge).
Meanwhile I worked on the words and the gold souls of the two stones. Stitching, threading, weaving words. Slightly flawed in its stitching, but isn’t it always so that souls are slightly flawed, with silk threads hanging, which I love, and words from things seen, heard, tasted today, written on paper flecked with gold that has travelled from China.
Soul of a labyrinth with words. £250 to The Lost Words for Yorkshire campaign.
This one was sold before even it was made, and what I love is that Andy is going to take the stone and the words and soul of the stone, framed, into the care home where his mum lives, so that it can bring something of its quiet peace to that place.
I’m sending him the small soul stitched together also. Because this has been a curious day.
There will be more of these, but I’m never sure what they might say until I make them, nor how big they will be. I still have one to make for yesterday, if I find the time.
If you want to reserve one email me.