the tomato plant ties from last year
a piece of one
a piece of copper wire that was on the ground
together
cloth i dyed with Coral Berry
together.
the very close walkway. slate. where i raked and then swept so many dried up poops from Tulip in her last weeks when she could only manage to get that far.
the Rag Flag
i bumped the mouse into the keyboard and this happened
exactly as i saw it. Where? , did this come from? it has never been there before. This is a log that borders the Onion Bed.
so…looking. and feeling somewhat adrift. it was a WorkAway day and not a whole lot left of it when i got home and i felt somewhat adrift. Somewhat adrift. and realized it has been only a week, which means 7 days since Rory, Zarina and Owen were here. That seems forever ago. and that it is only 2 days since that 365 day which also seems forever ago. I have no cloth in the making. there is an empty space there. i am just in a place of Looking. like i am in a place where i need to
re Place myself. ie re Position. that i have shifted out of Position. shifted. shifted out. am floating like those Crows…floating, but not flying. riding the currents.
and looking at those cloth pieces, i suddenly thought i wonder HOW i could depict what it is to ummmm….to LOOK out….to look out of my own head, my own eyes, my own being. to not depict what i see when i look, to to depict the ACT of Looking. Something "in me", that is "me" Looks. Like through the holes in my skull, with my eyeballs and Sees things. HOW can i make a cloth that Shows that?
windthread 
Leave a comment