Humid, way hot, yet turning. The light begins to seep through the tired foliage. We are opening to autumn. I am back to the circle that I drew on Grow, tracing the edge of the round glass table it sits on. Maybe it just defined my current reach. Now red, like a ring of fire.
My hands, clasped. In case it isn’t immediately obvious. When we get up close, things transform. The change in perspective always interests me. Especially when you seem to lose what you are used to as the big picture. I took this picture to explain the stitches I took (skitch skatch) , this time to integrate the surprising yellow cloth with the silk self base. Whether or not I explain, a form results from what I might be thinking. In this […]
Yesterday, on Instagram, I posted a little video, because it was easy just to capture a few moments. And I said: If there is one thing I have learned over the years, it is to leave your edges open, because form evolves. And fringe is my symbol for continuing. I know I have said that before, but in the context of layers, the natural build up of layers in collage type work is a covering up process, but I love interrupting […]
The edge, the Frame of Mind, in this case, I suppose might simply be the hope for containment. On so many levels. Maybe even just the ability to hold the scope of it. Back to Back Patchwork. I lifted this picture from way back in 2006. From the beginning when I was working on Listen to the River. I am using that method here. I have some videos somewhere, but let’s just say patchwork on both sides, wrong sides facing […]
What a common thing to say, but now I catch myself, how untrue. What’s done is done? Not. Nothing is done, only paused but then not even that. It’s all just going. The things we might casually tell our children might be so misleading. Reconsider. I placed it, Everything is So Fragile, over Heal, which has become almost a regular ceremony for the unfinished lately… now thinking healing is never finished. And then over something else, just to give it […]
Order. Personal Order, then Natural order. All seemingly, over a lifetime of illusion, part of Chaos. Life forms. The tendency to make sense of it all. Today I laughed while thinking about myself writing a book when I hardly ever read one. Also I realize I might not really enjoy it. The process. Then while thinking back to how many times I’ve said it’s not the thing it’s the journey. And then asking myself what if writing a book has […]
I have two raised bed planters on the deck. Last year I grew herbs, scallions, celery, tomatoes and chard very successfully. I also grew indigo in a pot. Right nearby. I moved the pot onto the planter later in the season. Somehow some seeds found a home there. Ha! I usually start the indigo indoors. I have some waiting for warmer days, but these are already strong and ready to go. I had no idea they would reseed here. More […]