I'm not the least bored these days. As if I ever am. I'm never bored. My only problem is time. If I had more time I would draw, do printing (lino, woodcut, silkscreen), knit, crochet, embroider and weave. . . .

 I sometimes ask myself if I have a problem of focus. Am I too scattered? But I try to reassure myself that it is all part of a process, and I have to let it happen, that there is some common denominator there, or some direction in all this frenzy. Direction, there is - in deed, and it's pointing southwards, to a particularly beautiful place on the Norwegian coast. More about that in another post...