I returned to a Yesterday's Self. From here. Removed the paper templates and traced them on to very thin cloth marked with plant dye and stitched them down. The cloth is very thin. Fragile. Which got me thinking.
What if I cut away behind the applique?
But I don't need to really, the turned edge shows through and reveals the thinness. Now, the concept of Yesterday's Self has reared it's head. The thinness seems part of it. Maybe wear. And maybe tear. Maybe memory.
I think about disappearing. I ask, why are we so afraid of that?
After all it is part of the Magic.
well it’s wednesday now. heh. i think about disappearing at least a couple times a day. It’s the most ambivalent thing about me, really. blogging… But, within that ambivalence and how long it’s been going on, it’s also probably one of the more consistent things about me as well. oh ha, as you’d say …
And ha! The dance…
This is all a song, and I’m glad to know it’s not Wednesday.
I wonder if I am going to put this self on Heal.
Many years ago I almost disappeared, and because of that experience I’m not afraid of disappearing.
How wonderfully you expressed that. Thank you.
Those thread-roots really do it for me… like the hair in a lot of my recent drawings, sensing antennae or, hmmm, energy fields, or, anyway, so alive
really helped me to put them there.
I love those threads so much. i could look at them for hours
They keep moving.
It’s wonderful how the threads you pulled through contribute to a really dynamic image, they move and take the eye here and there. And I love the beasts soaring out and off into the ether.
it seems a more integrated symbol for continuing, the way just seem to sprout from here and there. weaving. weaving has returned to my thoughts in so many ways.
the lightness of this. floating beasts. untethered. passing thru… even the 9-patch grid appears to be floating in space. the black foundation, timelessness. ahhhh, that moon face. is it inked on?
it’s a very dark indigo with a lot of cat hair on it. and yes I draw faces on cloth, loose faces are always handy.
I to think of disappearing and wonder what will happen to my creations. Who will continue my musings of putting small things together in unmatched wonder?! Who will be for me??!! I enjoy your musings!!
It doesn’t matter for me. Leaving anything. If some of my thoughts have taken hold and become useful, that would be nice, But I think that is how it goes with mostly no names attached.
it’s the threads pulled through…like how roots find their way through so many things, so many substances….roots
are so undaunted by anything, they persist
so it’s those threads i love so much this evening
i don’t care much about disappearing or not. my sense of it is that i will keep on keeping on until i don’t. It
won’t be a choice or a decision, it will just occur by the nature of stuff and how stuff goes
i like very much that any day can be Wednesday
yes, those little thread like roots. I so love them. they seem to weave t rough anything. Sometimes you cannot figure out what they belong to but you just know it’s alive.
I seriously find the disappearing part just fine and quite intriguing. Unfortunately I won’t be here to see it.
I am almost losing the day idea.
Afraid of disappearing too. I have been thinking a lot about that… what will be left behind? who to leave it to? no children. Siblings. Nephews. Immigrant. Where will I go when I am alone? where is home?
Being a lone is another kind of fear. The safety thing I understand.
The disappearing part has become more interesting now. Trying to imagine it, as in an image of not being. And also not leaving anything behind.
It’s odd…but I don’t worry so much about my disappearing but it bothers me tremendously that none of the next generation of my family have any memories of my mother (their grandmother) and that she will disappear once my siblings and I are gone. All my desires to “make” came through her and I have no children to pass it on to.
And of disappearing, why are we so afraid of that?
is it some kind of identity crisis?
This speaks to me so very much. Fragile is a word I find myself using a lot and wondering too, what is holding things together?
yeah and what does holding look like? Maybe it’s not what we assume.
Let the light shine through! The beast motif — arriving, leaping, departing —feels joyful to me everytime I see it.
There is a joy in it, yes, but also a soft sadness.
I love this beast of you! The ‘fringe revisited’ made me think of big Macy’s balloons!! lol A parade of selves 🙂 haha I’m cracking myself up!!
Actually, i love that