That's what i'd like to do.   It's a different Winter.  I am home much more than i ever have been that i can remember.  Maybe all my life, really,  and i guess that's true.  Maybe that's why it's feeling so different.  I can look forward to Spring when this will mean many things of Doing Out Side.  But in this month of January and then some into February, ….well…there is this unusual to me, Space.  So i have been a lot Lost in Thought.   That's nice,  but not exactly how i want to be,  Lost in Thought.  It goes Nowhere.   But when it occured to me that i could Invent a Winter self….there was a spark of Interest.   and  two things came to mind.

Natural History

Surreal

?????   How do these relate?  How could I    relate?

 

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this from the Other day.   The image of the Cloth from the printer,  torn out,  pasted on a piece of paper then the stick and strings drawn.  I have since mailed it away.  But it was the way i imagined this Cloth could be,  keeping only to itself.  

 

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and although it's way too soon,  i couldn't help wanting to know if it would work.   So this.   Of course,  the threads can't be wibbly like they are in the drawing….the weight of the Cloth brings them straight,  but it   Can happen.   This is just an experiment…what thread to use will need to be discovered and this is Not the right stick.  The Right Stick will be an issue.  But it can happen.  So,  ok.  Good.

 

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and i thought maybe my Grandfather's copper wire could work and remain wibbley,  so i found it and no.  It is as fine as thread.   But finding it,  i smiled,  because of how some keep the family china or linens.  I have kept as total and complete Treasure,  my grandfather's copper wire.  I used it a lot when i made the fiber figures….wrapping their wrists with it,  dangling things.  I only have this much.  This much to last a lifeTime.  I love this wire more than can possibly be understood.  

 

 

 

 

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17 responses to “inventing a Winter self”

  1. Liz Avatar

    Wibbley … perfect

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  2. grace Avatar

    wibbley…made up, but kin to my old and so loved friend
    Nancy who comes from Pennsylvania Dutch who would describe
    my hair as Strubbley….. thin and wibbley at best, stick
    straight as it most often is

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  3. Mo Crow Avatar

    maybe find some old wire out in the paddock (Australian for field)somewhere near the right stock

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  4. Kim Avatar
    Kim

    Treasuring grandfather’s wire is like treasuring grandmother’s thread.

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  5. jude Avatar

    Lost in thought is ok for me. it is often somewhere I return from refreshed. It is a place with no worry of doing. Or done. Sometimes I even end up there while doing. Like the needle chant.
    And yes, wire seems like a kind of thread while looking.

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  6. julie Avatar

    Tell about your grandfather?

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  7. Wendy @ the Late Start Studio Avatar

    I think I would be attaching the whole thing to the finest gauze I could find and then the wire can be as wibbley as it likes . . . I love the idea of your grandfather’s wire being used. (My tree has 3 more bells.)

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  8. grace Avatar

    stick, yes, that Right stick

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  9. grace Avatar

    the wire is stunning. So copper. So hair thin.

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  10. grace Avatar

    it is. a kind of thread, that wire

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  11. grace Avatar

    Henry Porter Hartwell. was an electrician. Some eccentric
    as all males in my family. LOVED polaroid cameras. Worked
    on the Panama Canal and brought home a parrot for my grandmother.
    his death certificate said cause of death syphyllus and Diabetes.
    My grandmother lived into her 90’s so this might be a clue into
    their relationship upon the return from the Panama Canal. He is
    the one who had every single issue of National Geographic. Because of the diabetes, he had toes amputated and in the years i remember him most, he was confined to a kind of lazy boy chair before lazy boy chairs. I loved him. For no reason i can think of. They lived “downstairs”. My father and he and a man named Mr. Curtis built the house i pretty much grew up in. Mr. Curtis, a friend of my grandfather could do cartwheels and back flips on the bare floor of the foundation of the house. An apartment was made in the downstairs…it was built into a hill. They lived there. Downstairs. My grandmother was mean. She referred to my mother as “the Foreigner”.

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  12. grace Avatar

    GOOD…those bells…very very good.

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  13. grace Avatar

    and yvette, always, always love back

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  14. julie Avatar

    I am seeing a picture book spread of a toeless happy man in a chair with while another does back flips around him! You so seldom use “love” to describe anyone in your family of origin, iso hooray for grandpas. I loved mine too.

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  15. Wendy @ the Late Start Studio Avatar

    We just had a raging wind come through, very loud thunder, a deluge of rain and there wasn’t a ding or dong to be heard. When it was over I went out to save the hanging chair and bumped into a couple . . . lovely, thanks for encouraging me to hang more there . . . they cannot be avoided when you walk underneath.

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