This month has me consumed with a monumental embroidery project on a new large scale work. I’m racing towards my shipping deadline fueled by kombucha, dark chocolate, and Prophet Song on audiobook by Paul Lynch, winner of the 2023 Booker Prize, (hello to a mother trying to keep her family together as Ireland dovetails into a fascist dystopic reality - will she stay, awaiting her husband’s return after his disappearance, or will she take the advise and aid to escape with her remaining children…).
I was delighted to take a break yesterday to join the legions on rooftops in my studio complex and the apartment buildings around the neighborhood to look up and gasp at such a shift in reality the eclipse can offer. Knowing my son was across the river looking up with the gaze of a child, a gaze that is still so new and holds so much wonder, I felt connected not only to him but to one of my most cherished aspect of the moon: its ability to connect us, to serve as a vessel for time travel, and provide wonder and longing for this small but mighty element.