Studio work was set aside f
or months. My Ian had left. Transformation. Banners for the memorial brought me back into my lovely Rio Dell studio. There I found a course for communication with spirit. My own and his. There, through tears I cut into precious shirts and stitched his beloved ties. There I knew I might eventually find salve for a broken heart.Shown are the banners. More to be explored when I get settled back into Humboldt for the winter.
The heart is a lonely hunter.
