Today I was reminded that an unremarkable studio, the one I step into everyday of the year, the one that my eyes have scanned and swept through countless times, is, above all, a place of quite wonder and random beauty. Subtle, fragile compositions move to a breeze from the south, the placement of pin, the hang of thread, the kink of knot, all converge at this place at this time, and they do not know the contentment they bring, the joy that wells or that a heart sings because things are just the way they are right now.
happy new year
xoxo jo
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