A Dearth of Verbs

A few years ago I started collecting words in various handwriting and obsessively stitching them onto white cotton cloth with red, size 8, pearl cotton thread.

 I have piles of these words.

I have piles of these words.

For some reason, these have captured my imagination again. While looking at my piles of words, I found very few verbs, which surprised me. I love verbs! Verbs rule!

 Stitching a fresh batch.

Stitching a fresh batch.

I'm still not entirely sure what I'm going to create with this pile. I recently purchased an old window that, for some reason, I can imagine the strips of words getting caught in. Stitched into screen panels. 

But right now I'm playing without a real plan.

 I want to smash the glass and scrap the paint. I think.

I want to smash the glass and scrap the paint. I think.

I'm spending this Spring healing my body. This amorphous project is good for me as I struggle to stay awake and recover. I can't wait to feel energetic again.

Until then, please send verbs.