Today I tried printing my flower and grass block print on fabric. It turned out OK, not great. I will need to experiment with techniques for this.



I made some other pattern sheets and will cut them up this week to see how they look when folded. I am not yet sure if they will give me the effect I want.



I also decided that the "three unrelated object" painting that I did in class (the carrot, paintbrush and light bulb) are my three teens pulling away from me.



I know it was not what I was thinking when I was painting, but the more I look at it the more I realize that my feelings about the kids getting so big is definitely in the painting. My youngest is the carrot, all sweetness and the object the least filled with an energy about leaving the canvas. My oldest is the paintbrush: creative, strong (red) and influencing the carrot and the light bulb with it's powerful gestures. And my middle one is the light bulb, translucent, fragile and yet also a prominent element in our lives.

Passed a reminder today.
With his big head and small body he toddled away
from dad.
Looking back every few steps
for assurance.

Eager to
see them do this.
Tired from their constant clinging.
Wanting time to
move forward just a bit faster

Now they walk away.
They look back
not for assurance
but to make sure that I am not following.