The air here is thick with the stuff of beautiful sunsets. When the sun turns in for the night and colors lay themselves across the sky I almost forget where the catch in my breathing originates..pollution or awe.
These images of yarn being dyed bring the myth of Arachnae to mind.
To be a weaver of sunsets....Sifting through light, selecting threads, weaving for eternity something so fragile, intricate and passing.
i love how your photos make me feel as though i'm in the shots, ya know? so beautiful!
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these yarns are sooo beautiful, curious about the next step! :-)
ReplyDeletethese photos are so beautiful! i am just learning to dye threads and this is so inspiring.
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