this is how the morning began:
i had no idea., just kept looking through the scraps. avoiding thinking. trying things, taking them away, putting them back, taking them away. the moment a thought would form around what i was seeing, i'd change something.
these are just a few. there were MANY. and Everytime i found myself trying, TRYing, i quit. i pinned it on the wall and walked away. And this is what i ended up with at the end of the day:
THIS is the first UNFORSEEN. i never would have guessed. i kept thinking as i went along that i needed to depict something somber, or even forboding. dark. but the total surprise is that although there are things that are uhhhhh, a little uncomfortable, are not in keeping with my "choices", they are all just THINGS.
THINGS. and seeing this i can't quite know what to think. But i think that i may have already answered the Research Question. it seems that i have the sense that Stuff is Stuff and really, that it's all somehow just ok. This cloth is very similar to my dreams. There are odd things going on in them all the time but nothing that is ever threatening, or dark, or somehow unexplainable in some way. So, how great is this. Stuff is Stuff. hmmmmmm.
so tomorrow, yet another crazy outside day of W I N D and even some R A I N, i'll begin stitching it together. now there is only enough invisible baste to keep the pieces from falling off. There will be a LOT of integrated applique. i know that from the WonderBird on the Robe. how much i loved it there. so here too. and then…there is that little foetal being thing. How does it fit in? this i don't know yet. and there is a sense of some kind of indication of paths, of choices, detours, something. But that will come as i go.
So…what began as one thing became something else entirely. Who'dve guessed.
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