Everything is changing. ( the pic of the new baby has been removed for privacy reasons) Change. Sometimes, when there is no saying, it is hard to know what. But we, we know without the saying somewhere deep inside. Bit by bit, until suddenly, poof!, new form. Even though we knew, New. KnewForm. The other side of Grow reminded me of that. The other side of Grow is just for that. A reminder. Things happen without saying. Without intention. […]
One thing (is there such a thing?) is always becoming another. I can’t talk about what is happening here yet. It’s a C2P thing. And I am so in between. The one thing I can say is that I feel, deeply feel, both the joy and sadness in becoming. Just like that. Nameless reasons. Perhaps life’s patchwork, in perspective. Skeave is next. Looming, skeave is looming. What a fun play on words I just said to myself. Words are so […]
I am happy to see so many bees. I look forward to next year’s garden now that I am a bit more familiar with what will grow here. Rain barrels are the next project. And maybe an ark… just sayin’… The red line is drawn. Stitched. Pressed into the cloth, It seems the beginning of a basket. I sense so many here already. And the line came through. I had spread it on the floor, to look. Covered in cat […]
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 […]
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 […]
It was early in the morning. I woke earlier than usual because the pain in my knees, due to an injury sustained in the garden weeks back, wouldn’t let me sleep. And suddenly it was an arrow, and I imagined it spinning, like on a gameboard called Heal. And the other side too. Shelter simply became a way. This way and then that way. And then. I made Heal into a drawing. I had coffee. And then another. I did […]
Oddly. From another perspective….Fire… on the inside… has proven to be something like shelter. Sometimes we can fight fire with fire. What if I continue the red all the way down? Like a center column. A spine. To accentuate standing. Working on the inside of something can sometimes make it stronger even if you can’t see it. Or know what to call it.
Coma. The quilt I call that. I washed it. You probably saw it flying, while drying, over at Instagram if you follow me there. Because I had my phone in my pocket at the moment. Just to bring it here. A large cloth that I have decided to complete as a sleeping bag. Suddenly that made sense. This side, let’s call it the real side. It is quite amazing. It’s a map that I think only I might understand. I […]