I wish I could fully illustrate everything that goes on in my head. It's all so beautiful, the colors and patterns and textures and the smell. I'm just sitting here thinking and listening to traditional Indian music, and just thinking of it I can smell the lilac and incense in my head. I want there to be a way for me to get this out so that I could show the world, maybe change it, but at the moment and for many, many times in the past, everything in my head is blurry around the edges, like a photograph with a lens over it to make the subject of the image more clear.
But maybe that's the point of all this. So that the main image isn't detracted away from by the details. And the main image is almost always something textile related. I couldn't explain why, but that's just how it seems to work. Fabric in my hands feels like it's simply meant to be there, that it doesn't matter what I start thinking about initially, it will just work in the end. It's a wonder to play with. I need toys no longer, so long as there are a few yards of material present.