I admire artists who keep careful track of their techniques, refer back to sketchbooks, etc. Really, I read their articles and think, "Well, I should do that." But I never do. I even attended a number of workshops on dyeing fabrics, where they taught how to make a range of shades and tints and provided notebooks of swatches. I have the notebooks and my notes. If I wanted to reproduce these colors, I have the process recorded. Pretty sure I'll never do it. I've been intentional, sometimes, in my real life--planning, setting up schedules and the like. In fact, I write down lots of lists these days to remind myself of details. Not having the schedules of the workplace, nor another person nearby to remind me of things means it's very easy to get disorganized. In my art work, though, I have difficulty with a lot of planning. A few times I've known in advance how I wanted a piece to look, at least as a general outline ("I want a lot of stone arches, and people leaning out of them. And coming down the stairs." That's how "Nine O'clock in the Morning" was conceptualized. You can see it in the galleries.) Unlike Mozart, I don't hear the music in my head and then write it down. Unlike Michelangelo, I don't "reveal the sculpture that was already living in the stone."
So at this point, I'm stitching the various shades of pink, purple, magenta, lavender and so forth onto the blowing grasses. It takes a long time, but I want the detail so when people are close to the altar, they have something to look at. From a distance, it should look the way the real thing does:
That's the feeling I want to convey. So, there's some intentionality at least.