Woven in Space Place There is more here than I might be able to explain, but it is just nice to look at I think. Anyway, in my mind, this one has suddenly become important. A new Frame of Mind. This was yesterday’s post but I never got around to publishing 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 […]
This one is always mixed up and changing. Like me. Like soup. But then so much the same like the Moon. The small woven strip I call waves was just added and I know that weave will once again become a bigger part of my cloths this year. It’s always been there, even in just choosing cloth. I am truly a weaver by nature. Even with words. Stitcher Self is woven through. Basket self is woven round and round. I […]