No idea sometimes...

 I honestly have no idea sometimes why things pop into my head.  I was working away on important other things the other day, and into my head popped - burnt holes with thread dangling.

Now what did that mean? And did it have a purpose? Was it supposed to mean something? Should I pay attention?

I chose to pay attention and after I had completed another step in the important task, I left it alone for a bit and went and played with incense sticks, Japanese paper and thread.

As ever, I started with words, but decided to go a'wandering too.

I burnt from behind, and enjoyed the little tufts on the front. Sort of like a slow motion photo of a drop of milk hitting something.

The challenge is always how to handle the burnt charcoal-y flakes. Still not sure - thinking maybe vacuum them up? Could prove entertaining!

And then I did part two - dangly threads. You can really see the charcoal bits here. If I want a pristine look, I have to work it out. If I am happy to have a record of burning, then I could leave them. 

I reversed out of dangling, and went for straight and steady and tried to stitch the lettering as it didn't feel as if it would work with dangles. A couple of options.

And I left it on my desk - making me wonder what that little interlude was all about, and with no idea (once more) about where it might go or what it might do.

However, because I have been working on exhibition pieces and commissions, I really enjoyed just heading off randomly for a bit and seeing where it might take me.