A pile of crocheted…circles. I was laying them out on a quilt. Then I piled them up and thought they looked like some sort of cake or pastry. Or hat. Or pillow. Or flower. Or maybe just a pile of crocheted circles.
I don’t usually put my art experiments or results or explorations or process out here, but, well, I am wondering what these are and where they want to be and whether they will speak to me. I have had them for a long time. Something tells me I should make more. Hundreds more. But that’s weird. Maybe that’s art? Weird can be weird. Or just fun. Or a one-liner. So “Circle Game” just started playing in my head. I need to find that yarn. And crochet some more circles. Maybe.