1972
There is history here.
Before blogging,
Before clothwork.
1972
Art school,
The square (the box).
Wings.
A Stray self.
Beginning.
Becoming.
2023
This site will have to come down for a bit for some upgrades. I will let you know.
The shop updates will probably return to the Moon schedule. I will let you know.
Some other stuff is on the horizon.
I will let you know.
If I remember...
November is becoming December...
This old moon popped up while rummaging through old photos. The moon is such a good reminder.
Your work is a constant amazement for me.
So why am I still amazed that I am amazed?
I’ll be here as you come and go.
Thank you.
Hey thank you back!
(((Jude))) love your old moon and the drawing of the wings of time, this life is some trip!
certainly is Mo, hey ho!
Oh my. That Old Moon just grabbed me. Wow. I think I might have gasped. It’s potent.
yeah, not that old I guess, ha!
How interesting! The 1972 drawing… I would have known that to be yours even randomly, out of context. Elements there that have continued being present in your work all these years. Image contained but slipping out, slipping through the frame. I love seeing this. A seed.
All of this is very good to hear, that it might be all the same. That a thread simply runs through it.
Coming here is always a balm for my soul 💕
that’s nice to hear
I’m glad the old moon resurfaced, it’s speaking to me. If only I could figure out what it’s trying to say.
it’s another language
Summer flies away, birds fly to warmer places, we stay and turn inside … counting moons till it all starts again
and it most probably will
This is a beautiful blending of ideas and thoughts. Thinking moon thoughts….
how can we not think them…?
It looks so windy. Just a few more glue stitches might help it from blowing away.
I am thinking it has endured a lot of wind, the winds of time…
I love the Old Moon, I can see a face in it!
there always seems to be a face there…
It looks so windy. A few more glue stitches might keep it from blowing away.
ha!
Sometimes it feels like too much remembering going on in my head of quilts I still want to make! If only my hands will keep remembering awhile longer I might get some cleared out of my cloth filled daydreams. 🤞🏼💙
memory is becoming a memory, ha!
Old Moon is spectacular!!!
there have been so many old moons…
Span of time, many moons….
History and every Now…
Thanks for your post…
The moon….sheer magic.
I like that expression, those words, sheer magic.