Joy in the making

Of simple things really.

A small wooden block.

Covered in “found papers.” (or maybe a stray piece of fabric….)

At the edges of the work space where they like to gather. 

Patiently waiting to see when and where they will be used.

Ever?

Yes. Likely.

Even the pieces that seem ridiculously small.

Glued.

Cut. Maybe gently torn to fit.

6 sides covered.

Happiness. A stackful.

And the paper with the heart-shaped tear…. Thankful for my imagination and ability to see it.

Link to reel on IG.

xo. kristin