Somewhere buried in the bag of goodies
scooped from my worktable was an 8×10
canvas that had been covered with used
paper towels and painted with acrylics.
I hated it, it was ugly, so in the bag it went.
The fiber piece from the other day
was driving me crazy. I couldn’t
reconcile how I would work on it
and make it something I really liked,
I cut it up into about 20 pieces.
Goddess of the paper towel?
Works for me, ah, I feel so much better since
I cut that thing up.
Off to walk some dogs before the snow flies.