The bears sit on a breakfast tray in the centre of the living room.
I was half way making them bears one day, i just sat there and decided, I make bear, now! It could have been a meme or YouTube or something else I can’t remember, why?
Painstakingly I made the first one, hand stitched chiffon scrap. together to form a shell, somehow, by skill, willpower, or sheer luck, the bear stood.
Then made 5 more bears, each one different. That was the rule. To not be restricted by recipe, technique or materials. They are just to become as they would, and be bear.
They bears have been there for a long time, since before we left. After that we were all over the place, packing shifting moving house, hood, country.
The changes were perhaps too much externally, outside of myself, that these bears that come from inside of me were not getting watered. I was occupied pruning what’s outside. It’s like gears had to move one first, before the others follow.
For once I am stable.
Not because I have stopped or know where I need to be, but because i’ve accepted that stability is not an absolute material value, it is a felt sense.
I am returning to them the bears, to a game I’ve started, to the freedom created by restrictions of my own design.
Sunday letter on Wednesday, is like breakfast for dinner!
Yay! Marn
I do love your paintings Marn🐻
Woohoo! Love this bear Marn!!!👍💖💙💖