a very early morning of no form, just Colors
Before i went to work, took these out of the walnut vats to hang and dry. When i got back, rinsed them in the bucket in the bathtub. Hung again.
blue cotton from Deb Lacativa and just a little too blue, so saddened this way, just a little, Yes. (Deb i know you love me and would give me permission)
that jacket shirt that originally was olive green (eee) but soft scrub on it when i was wearing it cleaning Bill and Nelia's bathtub and so splotches of bleached out whiteish, that i then soaked in a bucket of bleach and it turned of all things PINK (EEE) and the first walnut dip was just barely successful but the walnuts have steeped and today….oh eeeeEEEE and ahhhh, i think this is really good. Not quite dry. But it might be my Forever Thing. The softness of it, the drape, maybe flax and something? maybe Rayon and something? Warm. Good. Morning will tell.
and just this much of this on some walnut dye muslin and while watching it happen and being mesmerized, i suddenly remembered
everywhere, that time of day, there is Light coming in, causing distortion, glare even so this, on the kitchen counter, under the cupboard….
i'd totally forgotten about this. Really wasn't sure it was still here but yes, behind the bed, which is high because of 3 futon mattresses, so it had been hidden how many years now, don't know, maybe 10. It's a self portrait. It was up at an exhibit at the college here, along with 2 fiber figures i'd made. They sold. This…well….it was interesting to watch people look at it. I used this frame that someone had given me as i didn't have any money to do otherwise. Frame is incongruent. But that is nothing, what IS something is that it rose up in my mind today while looking at those colors….how is this connected? Don't know. I can remember the exact day, really, the exact moment when i began drawing this, i can smell that day, feel that day on my skin right Now, just exactly as it was. Cellular awareness. How i imagine my mind to someday blind me with amazement when all the pieces will come together, all the stuff i forget but don't but do, all come together, kind of like a kaliedoscope…just the most subtle turn and
there it all will be
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