windthread

 

 

Wet.

 

Young Mimosa and Hawk moth/Hummingbird moth…She who gives rise to tomato worms.   How it is.

 

Onday,  the Keeper of Rules and Order knows that there is something i am Withholding.  She tries to use Mind Control to Change Things.   To make me leave the door open.

 

 

the lawn chair changes hands, well, hooves,  throughout the day.   It remains wet.  Cloudy.  

 

tools.  the gates swell with the moisture…the blur in lower right is the assistant, Tay.

 

i go for bedding straw.  2 bales for the does,  one the buck hut  in anticipation of a repeat tonight.  While closing the big gate,  a yearling Spade Foot  boings across and back in by the other gate.  Young,  beautiful,  copper eyed and Tonite's the Night.    The Rim darkens.

 

Over at the Forum for Jude's Considering Weave,  Fiona gave this quote of an interaction between someone and Matisse,  about his work:  "The arm of this woman is much too long".  and he replied,  "Madame,  you are mistaken,  This is not a woman,  this is a painting."

 

how Perfect!   The nineteen Goats,  the Herd….how to do this?  so very very small?….like this.

oh so small scraps and i would say…Madame,  this is not a Goat Herd,  it is a Story Cloth.  I think OK and Yes.   i think it will work.  Looking.  but i think so.