Paper on the drying rack, paper on the floor. paper, paper, everywhere!

I don’t know about the others who came but I felt nestled into a warm paper cave on Saturday, with the window providing bright flashes of colour – rich yellow from the trees outside, a steely blue lake, and an ever changing fall sky. Those present shared their hopes for the day in one or two words – they came for a day of freedom, for joy, to play, to have fun, for some much needed “me-time”.  I noticed that while it is the quality of light that draws me to rice paper, for some others it is the quality of texture….tearing rice paper gives its feathery edges and creates softness as you will see in the photos below. We were honoured with the presence of Mary Lou who is just two months old. For myself, this was a very special treat as I was able to smell her beautiful baby smell, to walk with her, to burp her and to change all the while in a room of women creating beauty and absorbed in their art and having one good time.

Apologies to those present as I did not get a photo of all the beautiful artwork or participants. (It looks like I only took pictures of Deb, Darlene and MaryLou – they were the most photogenic!! What can I say?) 

The hedgehog has the last word!!