A Deeper Place I have been in this Frame of Mind, working on this one for a long slow while. And slow rose up in my mind this morning, as a word, as a a concept, as the buzzword. Maybe slow is not about speed. Many times things catch on because they are easy, or they are an excuse rather than an idea. Like ragged edge, boro, turns into an excuse not to turn the edge rather than the many […]
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.
Yesterday’s self was upside down. Today’s self is neither here nor there. This is just an old moonfaced beast base that needed to continue and I just stitched slowly and let it go bit by bit with no goal. In the spirit of becoming, the process was just about how it might go, and bearing witness. Just in between. The instability of form is on my mind. And then, all the work here that might be become a base once […]
So this, posted on Instagram yesterday. A NEW DAY. in the works forever. Right before I took this picture, I took the one below. And there I was hiding, sort of. Part of me. Perhaps I love layers because I see them so clearly in myself. Seasons are layers, layers of time, although we often represent them as part of a circle. It feels more real , the experience of layers… than the circle that is so much bigger than […]
There is really just a moment when you look. Considering how. The cloth we can call done. The becoming seems always just beginning. I made a new list. Let’s call it a recipe. And on it, look, re-engage, move through it and consider it done. Make room. Continue.
The silk caused me to consider becoming lighter. Without disappearing. And then ask, “Where is the edge of me?” Note: Regarding yesterday’s post. There is no list because there is no book. Yet. You know how slow I can go. I would probably forget where I put the list anyway.
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 […]