malaise

I'm an impatient sort -- always looking for the next jolt. That's why this period is frustrating. I can't focus on my work, I can't feel accomplishment doing the mundane chores of life. I am floundering. 

Most who know me counsel patience. Not my strong suit. 

So now I flounder, flopping with a jittery bend.

line shadow, Paula Kovarik, 2013

swimming up stream

swimming upstream, ©2013, Paula Kovarik

So many thoughts and directions going on in my life that I feel the urge to just dive into the deep and let the current take me. I decided to put that feeling to good use by working on this pattern I started a while back. I was trying to find a way to do a continuous line in quilting that created a school of fish. That didn't work but it did give me a good base for this pattern. I may try other colorways to see if I can make them more joyous. They look a bit wall-eyed to my taste. a perfect metaphor for how I feel. wall-eyed.

 

patterns patterns everywhere

Sitting here watching the election returns with the pundits trying to divine the exit poll results, I can't help but think that they are all chasing their tails. It reminds me of this pattern I saw in some street tiles in Costa Rica. Not easily discerned, the markings meander, disconnect and lock up with no apparent pattern yielding a confusing randomness. Buried within this hieroglyphic meandering is a common quilt patch called drunkards path. An apt description for these election pundits. Oh please, please, please make it come to an end soon. Let's get on to the business of fixing this government, economy and future.