i want to work
but yesterday, when at the Refuge with the kids, we found something that left a mark of a life event. in the cleared area, at the water's edge, in the reeds and grasses, black feathers. coyote/crow or raven. the children were told not to touch these, so i couldn't either. but todayi need to go back.
hi grace–besides the “feeling sense(!)” of the cloth, the composition is very powerful and really enhances the cloth’s essence. especially enjoying the merging of lines and blending of colors on the arm-wings.
i’ve picked up many a bird from the roadside–most notably hawks and owls–and if/when i get my blog going, those stories might resurface (now i see why my kids think i’m a little “tetched.”
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everything seems a wing here, cradling the figure. have a nice trip.
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i hope you take your camera!
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MMmmmmmms–the cloth is powerful medicine Grace
Hope you gather feathers on the sly.
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it’s Natural History. Archeology, Biology, Science.
Ecology.
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and isn’t that wonder Full…to me, the only wings here
are the butterfly’s. the rest is some kind of shift.
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no…i was blatant.
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yes, a shift, a kind of flight from one place to another. maybe i have an overactive filter
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it’s Good that it can be many things.
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i did.
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This is the nature of how it is I guess
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and for me, that’s half the beauty of it….
an example being the responses on your last Spirit Cloth
Post.
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