Seems like the days, weeks, months, they all pass by, time flows by, new Temari happens. Learning several new patterns lately. The first time for each is a bit stiff in rhythm, as each completes itself I gain in experience, a knowing that resides deep within. I’ll be doing each pattern again using different color ways. The lines and spacing and over-all appearance, color harmonies, these will change and be smoother in every way.
I keep coming back to this phrase often the past few weeks. If nothing is as it seems, then everything is something else, not what it appears to be. All things, no matter what? Without exception? A primary philosophical dilemma or law of nature? Only a law of perception? Hmmm, an endless pondering no doubt.