Ray Bradbury died last week. In my teen years, I was a big fan of his writing. The Martian Chronicles. Fahrenheit 451. Golden Apples of the Sun. Stories about what it means to be human.
I heard an old interview, where Ray Bradbury said, "Stand at the top of the cliff and jump off and build your wings on the way down." Yeah! I dig it.
For someone who looks only slightly quirkier than a librarian, I am actually surprisingly good at jumping off and building wings, again and again. Risk-taking works best if you are not overly attached to a particular outcome. For example, I can no longer parachute because I am very attached to not dying, but I will still snowboard because I am willing to break a bone now and again.
And so it went with my storyquilt painting from a few posts ago. It was a good first effort but I really wasn't happy with it. And so, having nothing to lose, I cut it into pieces which I then stretched around boxes. Actually, it took some pretty handy sewing to get them to fit properly. The effect is completely different but I am much happier with the outcome.