Chicharra in Spanish.  they SOUND now.  Steady, from dusk into the darkness.  Where i'm FROM,  they Sound in the day,  but here,  evening into dark.    I love it.  Their Sound.  It says  "stuff is as it should be.  Stuff is OK."'

 

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this morning,  there was 

no cloth

 

i touched the baskets and up rose this patterned background….it was a dress.  Just pieces of it now.  But they  "talk".   Ok.   and through the day i put stuff there,  trying to use my Mind to begin something,  but it wasn't working.  And so i thought…Ok,  Sand Play.  So i just put stuff.  Like a child might in the Sand  Tray.  Not needing it to "become something",  but just to put it.  For the moment.  Not for any time more.

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6 responses to “Cicada”

  1. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    I like this material a lot…and while you were sand-playing cloth wise, I made fresh egg salad and lime aid, packed a bag and headed out to meet “Archangel” at Lincoln Center out of doors for a free Judy Collins concert. Nostalgic trip back to my own early days in Greenwich Village when all those folk singers were so everywhere before they became who they now are and I who I am now. She is great voiced as ever and it was a fine, fine evening though days of paradise like weather are turning again. I’ll upload the photos to Face book later and maybe blog them eventually

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  2. jude Avatar

    i do this a lot, lots of little cloth sand trays here. Sometimes i keep them together in a little basket, to play on without me for a while.

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  3. Mo Crow Avatar

    this discussion of sand trays came up last night whilst brainstorming ideas for a new children’s playground with my sculptor friend Bronwyn, your reach is wide Grace!

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  4. grace Forrest Avatar

    days of paradise are days of paradise are
    days of paradise
    are

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  5. grace Forrest Avatar

    as is yours and Bronwyn’s
    our fingertips touch

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  6. saskia Avatar

    adore the blue flower cloth, makes me go a little soft inside (or maybe i’m always soft on the inside, and don’t always notice)

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