Play

Today the wind is wild and a tree has fallen down outside the studio. I ran out to see if the precious branches Laine and I had collected together last time we visited the installation site at Willoughby were OK. They had been sheltering under the tree, how ironic. We are both collecting twine and and thread and talk about seeing the work floating through the casuarina grove, an extension of the trees that are there, delicate and connected with fine threads woven, bound, tied.

We played with some small branches and a beautiful satiny red thread last week. 

The branches are fine and maybe we can use some of the tree as well.