Down The Drain

We are now on the last day of the annual Quilt Surface Design Symposium. At the end of each session, we must clean up, clear things away and get ready for the next round of classes. Last Sunday, the remainder of the thickened dyes got dumped down the drain.  They swirled together in a psychedelic extravaganza of moving, blending colors. It looked exactly how the inside of my head felt: so full of colors, shapes and ideas. I’ve been tripping on art. Far out, man.