windthread

After all the words this morning,  i just took some time to Sit and just look at this View of the space here.  The Wall.   And let it Ground me.   This is a Wall within this small home where i look at things made of cloth.  Things made of cloth.   And i felt quiet.

This is where that poetry came from.   There are 461 kinds of grasses in New Mexico.  This book details each.

Spent most of the day on this.  The colors are not exactly true,  close,  but i had to tweak a little to get the Grass seeding stems to show up.   It's good.  And this is a point of deciding What Else and Where?  so….

I'll take a little break and applique on these fish that are from a shirt i scored at the Thrift Shop.  These are size 12 mos. cargo pants.   I smile as i type that.  12 mos cargo pants.   Funny.   For my son's daughter, Giana Lily Alluvial Fan,  who will have her first birthday in September.  This is her present.  Son's wife dresses her all girly girly which is very sweet and tender but she is the daughter of an Avid and Devoted Fly Fisher Man.   He intends that she will learn to fly fish.  Someday i will make her a fishing vest with all those magical pockets that Fly Fishing requires.  But for now, on her First birthday,  this is really just a symbolic gift.  She'll probably never wear them.  But Heather keeps stuff.  So somewhere, when she is 16 or 15 or 17 she'll come across them and know a little of her old Gramz.