Good Morning… The craziness here has not diminished. Some new roof issues have prolonged the process. And increased the cost. But hey, whatever gets done here will last a lifetime, especially ours, at this point. My Impression of May is just as it can be. I do feel it is a Mothering on many levels. It is comforting me. Demanding nothing in return. Instilling a sense of going that feels natural. It is helping me understand order without feeling limited, […]
This is Woody. We met on the first day here. These two doves do everything together. Maybe I should rename this blog Spirit Birds. I am boiling up the black walnuts today. They have been soaking since last fall. Frozen on and off for months, thawed and smelling spicy. The dyepo(e)ts stay out on the porch most of the time. Gotta move them anyway. We need an outside fire pit. Should think about that again. But, in terms of frame, […]
He is really patient lately, wakes up early and just waits. It’s May, and yet, cold enough for a fire, so I built one. But here is a lawn update. My neighbor told me to be careful, these weeds will take over. He gave me a puzzled look when I said I was excited. A little stitch. Not to much, just to make note of what was running walking through my mind. One at a time then, walking stitch.
May or an Impression of May… in early morning light. Over a cloth called Heal. How one just fits to the other. How one thing becomes another through pairing. Pairings. Each giving something to New Form. I know it is spring, I have my first poison ivy. And today I consider more seriously leaving the metaverse, a big step to somewhere else. It is warm and sunny and I am going outside to plant more morning glories. Maybe build a […]
Story I have been thinking a lot about story. And probably I will be talking about it more. A while back I created a story cloth that I called In The Same Boat. It is no longer with me here. Yesterday, suddenly another story began. Not In The Same Boat. I guess depending on your perspective, both stories could be true at the same time. Alone. We all can feel it. Even when we are not alone. Just like together. […]
Selves, the basket, considered yesterday and the beast, consistently part of my story building. Because they are me, the character. I wonder how it is that we come to tell stories that we are not part of. Can they actually be true without being there? Is that like playing telephone? Suddenly growth. I looked at the potted plants this morning. A few cuttings brought from the old place. A few things rooted and potted up from groceries. Those avocados are […]
The snow melted. Some warm days. Another winter storm on the way for the weekend. I was born in a snowstorm. Ok. It’s February. Until it isn’t. Clouds. Because I have been playing with them, and I suppose, then, I have been thinking about them. Or is it the other way around? More of a figurative shape for a loose patch, as opposed to the more basic shapes I work with. But then, clouds, they don’t really have a shape. […]
I like this double form. The double wishing star. I am thinking it might work for many things, a compound nested symbol. Something framed by itself. It gives the form a kind of depth. Perspective. Personal symbols are a picture language and life is complicated.