I saw a possum last week, at night of course. I walked out of bucksbaum and there it was crossing the sidewalk from one patch of prairie to another. I told it to get out of the way. Politely.
But it got me thinking about possum.



I drew a sketch of one, and then started making one. It was very difficult. I think about it this way- I’m collaborating with fabric, thread, plastic, fiber-fil. Sometimes they are hard to work with. Rather feisty, or rather, they are just all very certain of who they are, and as a result sometimes resist becoming something else. I don’t think I am being controlling, but maybe to a certain extent I am. I try to let them have their way, like, letting the thread knot up, letting the fiber-fil get stuck places, letting the fabric flop. But really though, why do they need to be so difficult? So I have to keep pinning things and cutting things and re-sewing.
Oh well.




In other news, I think I’m going to start having animal parties. You are invited! As soon as I get it together. Or we get it together. Uh…