November 16th, Haiku #169

11/16/2020

Lightening the weight
of the day, passing the hours
like light through the leaves.

Today was just a day. There was lots of it: catching up, haircuts, tidying, working too late. In the sepia light that is early afternoon, when my daughter was in the back seat of the car, she got quiet. She is often a chatterbox and I stopped the car to look back, and she was annoyed that I did. She was just enjoying the drive and wanted to watch the leaves going by until we got home. It was like an internal filter had shifted with the season; slow down and enjoy.

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Haiku Hand

To not lose the memory of my hands during COVID, I craft words as part of my artistic practice. I end the day in contemplation as a daily record of this time, and as an observational diary of my environment.

Rebecca Siemering lives and works in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, USA, as a fiber artist, arts administrator, and writer. She explores the theme of “wanting the good life,” utilizing found materials in her animistic sculpture and textile art. Her methodical and compulsive style of stitch and needlework reflects the original obsession-
to rise above the mundane, the sculpture embodying a soul that exists apart from the corporeal article of ink and pulp. Her recycled, paper-based work is in the collection of Fidelity Investments and has traveled in shows with the Robert C. Williams Paper Museum, the Fuller Craft Museum, and Fiber Art International.

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