a compulsion

I cannot help myself, after finishing the Anemone piece (with it’s countless grey nubs), I am making nubs in other colors.  I am sewing and stuffing, turning and pinching, little pale pink, off white, velvety brown, and rusty red nubs.  It is ridiculously satisfying, as a typically 2 dimensional artist, to move into the third dimension.  Each time I attach a brave little nub to my flat quilted surfaces I laugh manically.  I revel in the ecstasy of generating depth and deep texture.  I am sewing them to landscapes, tree branches, and curved surfaces.  In my sleep I even sew them to my face and the edges of my cupboard doors.  I am nub obsessed!