it is SO much longer…SO much more light…a beautiful slow slide, Sun to the rim….i can feel the energy Rising.
first to dry on the stolen Janet Chair. you can see a small string of mother of pearl buttons? i will need to change the originals. but then a HUGE Dust Devil came directly through and the buttons are who knows where. i'll offer a reward and let Marti's grandkids hunt them down.
and finished off under the Apricot branches. no residue, no smell. just as if it had always been this way.
there needs to be a new word for corrosion. the incredible beauty of this jar lid….it occurs to me as i type this, i want to press it to a piece of cloth…see what mark it gives. Tomorrow morning.
and my buddhism continues to be primary right now, Again, finally, and still, presenting me with challenges. This is Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche, he, who i was heading for when i "set out" so long ago. What to do? He died in 1991. His tulku, direct incarnation, Khyentse Yangsi was born in 1993. They are One. Same. but here i am…wanting the "original", which makes me smile that i use that word, he was not Original even then. but original to my eye and heart.
I love this photograph of him, just Looking, through curtains on his return to Shechen in 1985 after 30 years of exile.
so…now what, i'm thinking……
this is from October, 2010 Maybe Cloth to Cloth? or Contemporary Woven Boro? Which?
where Jude taught us to make simple looms of shoe boxes. and at the time, i thought why not make a loom ON a cloth? and this was it. pieces were taken out and used other places over time. it no longer exists. but i am going to do this again. maybe Sunday. see what i've learned, see what happens now. it reminds me of a musical instrument.
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