you spin me...

so the spinning, the obsession, the drug that addicts you the moment you feel the rush of the first hit. I've been spinning for 2 years about, but the wheel has changed everything. It's just so fast. I can get through 4 ounces in an evening. It takes me days of patience to do it using a spindle. I have been buying fiber in little bundles, 4 ounces here, 6 there. I bought a half pound of mohair locks a few months ago. Some of it's soft and sloppy, some courser with more integrity. I'm learning how different fibers work together to achieve strength or softness, loft or drape. It's the great romance of discovery. It's exciting and exhausting. I think about it all the time. small E reminded me that school was getting in the way of my life, and this is what she means: I spent all this energy memorizing artists and their work, and making photographs and it is all important and worth it, but I like it also when I'm living my life, working in my chosen media, rocking everything so hard. I like making a photograph, it's the thing I did when everything else got too hard, but fibre, fibre is the glue, the thing the keeps me together. Fibre transcends that 'getting too hard' part.