Living Color

It is the feeling of painting, or breathing. Catching rainbows. Shaping life. Magic.

Many of my cohorts went off to a knitting expo last week and came back with piles of vibrantly colored thin silk hankies that are meant to be rolled and pulled into a kind of yarn. Each small square is so thin that it is barely there, and each piece seems to have a life of its own. When a layer touches your skin the fibers cling and the whole web of it tightens on contact, then pulls loose and flutters in the slightest breath of air. Each one feels like a living creature. Seaweed, anemones, light, breath. I couldn't bear to pull it into a tight line of yarn.