this is going to be difficult to find words for, so i'll start out easy.
so this is the drive to Magdalena and i am running Sonny, the 1983 Toyota truck Hard, we are maybe 10 , 15 mph over the speed limit and i am snapping pics through the dirty windshield when something says…Hey, grace, and i look in the rear view mirror to see the distant black and white shape of a NM state police car. so that was the end of the pics. he followed me the whole way.
Danielle and i spent over 2 hours looking at how to hang the Cloths. Interrupted a little with other people, the phone, but pretty much 2 hours. A lot of conversation. Quiet. Nice. really Good and Nice time spent. I didn't take any pics, because that wasn't what it was about. Was about hanging the Cloths amidst the rest. That was enough.
it ended up different than originally envisioned the last time…3 are together on the vertical but 2 are on the other wall with the other art that i had said was…heavy. Woven rugs, paintings in Frames.
so here we come to what is hard to articulate.
The Cloths ARE very different than anything else there. They ARE
light
in comparison….small and light
but seeing those two between things like wool woven rugs and cradle boards was startling to me. yes. they were small. no "weight". But…..What PRESENCE they had. Presence. what does that word mean? Presence.
and this is what i want to make very clear.
Jude, Jude Hill Spirit Cloth, gave me the Great and Incredible Gift of learning that cloth,,, simple scraps of household cloth and recycled clothing can become whatever we might imagine it to become. Before her, i would have never, in my wildest dreams, imagined that. So FIRST…homage to Jude.
Then second, homage to textiles…to stuff woven of threads, dyed, designed, printed…TEXTILES the thing that we All have in common across this planet…textiles. Textiles. textiles. To them….
thread
and to Kay Gould Caskey who was my first mentor, unlocking the mystery of drawing.
I pay homage.
It was Fine and Great and energizing.
windthread 
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