beads and haiku

I've been working with beads - I'm thinking strands of hand painted, restrung and damaged beads.

I keep thinking back to this whole post apocalyptal thing and it seems to me we emphasise the damage, the danger, the psychopathic in these renderings but this forgets the human need to find and create beauty.

I wonder if in these landscapes we create and dream we forget that.

What becomes precious?

What would be treasured?

What fragments from a disappearing past?

and I wonder how I would wander that landscape. I think this often as I wander the city lane ways looking for fragments for my collages.

I have begun painting fragments and will hang them in fabric almost destroyed by time and weather.