He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

WB Yeats

Sunday funday

New experiments. First, I drew on knitted "flat" with dye marker

Next, I painted pastel on primed knitted flat, some of you may remember that red primer from my pastel glassblowers