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the next day, rerun, except for the dog

July 11, 2014

Day before Full Moon. Oh, Give me, Full Moon…let it come on. i am worn out.

the tedious work of the Cilantro seeds, but done. Enough for maybe a half a year. Plant more.

look at this hand. scabs. wrinkles. skin…dried out from sun, thin, easy to tear. Old skin.

maybe i should just read. Maybe i am old enough to just read now? Nice thought…but…stuff needs to be done.

done. Everything that wanted to be said here has been said. Done.

and maybe i'll just work this for the Granddaughter because she Wants it. Asked for it. OK.

someone got Rain. Here, just the comotion. Just the drama. Just the display. But…no Rain. Someone did, tho…someone to the East did get rain. you could see it. They did.

and as i gave water, i understood some about why i make cloth. I make it because it helps me. Eases me. Gives me a picture of what i am doing in this life. and i went back…looking for where i wrote it down and found it…Wikipedia…

"Collectively, Americans discard two quadrillian pounds of used clothing and textiles into the landfills each year".

almost all the cloth that i use is of this two quadrillian pounds. Junk. Garbage. Trash. and…it eases me. gives me a deep sense of satisfaction even in hard times. it does. yup. it does.

now, out to the Goats.

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27 responses to “the next day, rerun, except for the dog”

Wendy

July 11, 2014

I love that the freedom of working with “junk, garbage, trash” “eases” you. I get it. It eases some kind of friction, somehow. It’s fine, it’s freeing, it’s a relief, to work outside of, or at least not for, the way this bigger economy is. Thank you Grace!

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yvette

July 12, 2014

indeed, free, almost, from big consuming economy….
Grace you’re hands, wise hands, goat hands!
you are THAT

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patricia

July 12, 2014

the blue cloth, granddaughter cloth, with the portal near the bottom embracing skyscape–similar to these last two photos. it glows from inside out.

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Marti

July 12, 2014

Rain paid us a visit last night, not very long, enough to turn the ground wet so that this morning, that earthy wet smell rises up to greet me as I step outside.
grace, your sense of cloth telling you how you go in your life connects because you put your life as you say into your cloth, it is all there, your tangible diary. Cloth for me works somewhat in the same way but it is all about where I have lived and live, the land. My cloths are tangible records of gathering, bundling and dyeing from the gifts of the land and sometimes gifts from man-made objects such as rusty bolts, washers, etc. My cloths record place for me in a tactile way, in a way that words and memory sometimes fail to do. The added feature of using recycled cloth also ties me to a history of a place, to wondering who used the cloth that I now use and I like wondering about other lives.
For example: I was gifted a white cotton skirt to use for dyeing. It had two layers, a very full skirt with lace trim around the bottom hem, also had some rips and a few minor stains but I loved this full skirt. Tried it on but I was a little too large in the hips or I would have mended it and worn it. When I began to rip it apart to get pieces for dyeing, I could see a young woman, going to a dance, wearing this skirt, she had flowers in her long hair and she spent the night twirling, letting that skirt flare out, living that night fully.
I called the cloth that I made from that skirt, Strata, for it encompassed layers of the land but true to the original spirit of the cloth, I did my version of shibori, creating some swirls that actually looked more like tie dye bursts ! In one daring move, (daring for me as I tend to be tentative with embellishments when stitching but quite fearless when dyeing) I cut slits into the cloth and wove a silk organza piece of cloth dyed brown from walnuts)through the cloth, wanting to give it the movement of dance…young woman dancing, earth dancing…
Cloth connects, tells stories that are real as well as imaginary and it all is part of the whole of creating…

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jude

July 12, 2014

Spirit Cloth. yes.

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jude

July 12, 2014

could you smell the rain. in the distance. that happens here.

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Joan@CopperCreekers

July 12, 2014

the smell of rain and honeysuckle are the best scents in the world to me.
those spirals on the granddaughter cloth are perfect.
be proud of those hands big smile and tight hug for grace
those hands have lived, loved, worked and nurtured. they have brought beauty, compassion and solace to many lives. be proud ♥

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Mo Crow

July 12, 2014

feeling more relaxed now that the exact point of this Full Moon has past?

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Mo Crow

July 12, 2014

Please Grace, wear gloves especially when working with wire, it’s hard to get used to at first but you are an artist your beautiful hands are your most important tools!

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grace

July 12, 2014

?….it’s tonight, isn’t it?

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handstories

July 12, 2014

looking at your hand- it’s like a cloth that could be read, full of story.
& just love the balance of that cloth, especially the birds in the corner.

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Mo Crow

July 12, 2014

the waxing moon moved into Capricorn on Thursday the 10th at 9:24pm New Mexico time, the exact point of the Full Moon in Capricorn was at 5:24 am Saturday the 12th in New Mexico it is still very potent for about another 6 hours and then will let up a bit when the Moon is Void of Course before moving into Aquarius an hour later

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grace

July 12, 2014

O!!!!….i understand now….funny how “basic” i can be….that
if it’s day and i can’t see the moon, it’s not FULLING….how
funny!…o! ok. well, that explains it…yes. There was a
distinct lightening this morning and holding, so far in the day.
THANK YOU. i should have learned this stuff in grade school.
jeez. Thank you again!!!!!

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Mo Crow

July 12, 2014

you wouldn’t believe the amount of turning things inside out and upside down and back to front I have done since living here in the Land Down Under in the attempt to understand astrology which is based on North Hemisphere seasons… ie Aries is the young new seedling soul in the spring through to Pisces, the universal soul taking everything back down into the waters of the subconsious… and also had the devil’s own time looking at the concepts of the American Indian medicine wheels until I discovered that the ground is South is where my feet are planted, the North is where my head is looking at the stars, sun and moon, the sun rises in the East all fresh & new and sets in the West, the time for letting go & reflection & so it goes. The Centre is the orange chakra 2 inches below the navel, that took years to learn too… I am left handed & still never know which way to turn a tap off after nearly 60 years on this planet!

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Jan

July 12, 2014

I’ve been wondering about that. . .thanks for putting words to it Mo. surely there should be a southern hemisphere astrology by now! where did you live before?

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Michelle in NYC

July 12, 2014

Watching, loving your scarred hands and these two cloths, waiting for the moon and the rain, feeling inarticulate, but feeling.

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Mo Crow

July 12, 2014

Every culture looks at the stars and seasons according to the spirit of place, I work as a gardener so am in tune with the seasons and land but the pull of the northern hemisphere star & season patterns is strong in Australia. We celebrate the silliness of the December Solstice Xmas time with roast dinners, mulled wine and fake snow in the middle of summer then go to the beach the next day to swim it all off, it’s a bipolar world.
I was born in Tulsa, lived in Baltimore, Houston, Peru, Canada and here in Australia since 1969 but most of my family ended up in North Carolina!

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Jan

July 12, 2014

perhaps because so many people emigrated to Australia from Europe, Great Britain, or US as you have. . .the point of reference was northern?

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Mo Crow

July 12, 2014

Oh gosh yes, Australia is still one of England’s colonies!

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grace

July 13, 2014

yes…a kind of Relief. it’s interesting, the real
satisfaction of it. is somehow so much MORE than i
had ever imagined.
Thank YOU, Wendy….love,

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grace

July 13, 2014

it’s a piece of Deb Lacativa’s work. and her work is
done with recycle.
i don’t think that small “portal” was deliberate at the
time. It’s a couple years ago, maybe three? that i began this cloth
and then it had just waited way up, over on the right
of the Wall.

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grace

July 13, 2014

these words, just so beauty FULL and fine, Marti…
and i know it is just how you work with urges, images,
Sensing it all and creating it with your hands, bundles
then listening to what stories they begin to tell…
Such love here….

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grace

July 13, 2014

yes. there is a scent

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grace

July 13, 2014

they still do what wants to be done. i love them for that

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grace

July 13, 2014

all this not from wire, but from dog doings

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grace

July 13, 2014

somehow your saying this made me remember back to
learning NLP neuro linguistic programing and remembering
that the choice of placement of things tell it’s own
story…need to remember more about that…

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grace

July 13, 2014

big feeling sometimes has no room for words

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