a tree is Slow

 

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OH!  i see something as this pic Unfolds here on this screen in just this moment.  something i hadn't seen at all when the Cloth is in hand…

an Answer to the feeling that the tree stitching is going to be Heavy with all the rest.  Now, how the trunk can remain somewhat as is  inside,  with maybe just those Messages that were/are from my Real People?????????

OH!!!!!!!!  Can it go that way???????  Tomorrow,  tomorrow………………………….eee

getting up and down from the stitching

 

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i go to the WALL and look at this.  How will it go,  can,  it go,  combining the line drawings with cloth?

and from Mo's comment yesterday,  on this night,  the eve of the first day of the next for my America,

"Sometimes it seems to me that, in the end, the only thing people have got going for them is imagination.  At times of great darkness,  everything around us becomes symbolic, poetic, archetypal.  Perhaps  this is what dreaming and art are for."

Helen Garner    Everywhere I Look

THANK YOU, Mo

 

I got called last minute yesterday to do cat duty at Allans today and tomorrow.  He left money on the counter, as he does.  But….there,  just a bit away,  was a perfectly ripe mango and a few apples.  I left a note.  Left the money.  Lifted the mango and one apple.   I'd forgotten when i was in town on Tuesday.  NEED more of that Mango Chutney for the Palak Ki Tiki ….Spinach and Potato Patties that i will make tomorrow.  Perfect for me,  wonder how it'll go over with him?

Palak Ki Tiki

red boiling potatoes,  fresh spinach, fresh serano chili,  fresh cilantro,  garam masala, cayenne, lemon juice,  chickpea flour,  grape seed oil.

Medicine Food  and with the Hot oh so Hot Mango Chutney,  hopefully,  Medicine to carry me through and into what's next.

 

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9 responses to “can’t be anything but Slow”

  1. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    You have Medicine food for this day and I think we all need some form of balm today…
    This day is bordered in thick black ink on my calendar, signifying the old ways to denote mourning.
    Up early,took out cloth pinned from this summer, dark cloth, holds the worry and sadness of this time and many of the dyed pieces are darkly colored and somber. Although the cloth is titled, Transitions, have not been able to do a single stitch on it, it echoes the sentiments of that black border on my calendar…BUT as I made my way to the kitchen this morning to make coffee, I felt this need to take and redo parts of it, to change some of the darkness, to spit in the face of what is coming so I got out my gaudiest colored dyed cloths, a strong yellow onion skin mottled cloth and pinned pieces in several places, shafts of light in the darkness, holding out for the better in this country that we have experienced prior to today.
    As I pinned these pieces, the cloth changed its name from Transition to Holding which gives me a measure of comfort. On this dark day, I will begin to stitch, in defiance, in solidarity, in praise of what we have been and can be again, if we hold together.

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  2. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    This Land Is Your Land
    Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
    This land is your land This land is my land
    From California to the New York island;
    From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
    This land was made for you and Me.
    As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
    I saw above me that endless skyway:
    I saw below me that golden valley:
    This land was made for you and me.
    I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
    To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
    And all around me a voice was sounding:
    This land was made for you and me.
    When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
    And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
    As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
    This land was made for you and me.
    As I went walking I saw a sign there
    And on the sign it said “No Trespassing.”
    But on the other side it didn’t say nothing,
    That side was made for you and me.
    In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
    By the relief office I seen my people;
    As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
    Is this land made for you and me?
    Nobody living can ever stop me,
    As I go walking that freedom highway;
    Nobody living can ever make me turn back
    This land was made for you and me.

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  3. cynthia Avatar
    cynthia

    packing medicine food here as well..out the door…in my head..thanks to the opening line they sent earlier from way more north vermont
    On the road again
    Just can’t wait to get on the road again
    The life I love is making music with my friends
    And I can’t wait to get on the road again
    On the road again
    Goin’ places that I’ve never been
    Seein’ things that I may never see again
    And I can’t wait to get on the road again
    On the road again
    Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
    We’re the best of friends
    Insisting that the world keep turning our way
    And our way
    Is on the road again
    Just can’t wait to get on the road again
    The life I love is makin’ music with my friends
    And I can’t wait to get on the road again
    On the road again
    carrying you all with me all the way gentle weekend..dreamer and magician..

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  4. grace Avatar

    walking that freedom highway….si se puede!
    and to you, Beloved Sister….HAPPY HAPPY BIRTH DAY!!!…
    SOME GOODNESS ON THIS DAY…..
    LOVE!!!!!

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  5. jude Avatar

    it’s good that your drawing has crept in

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  6. grace Avatar

    hold together….we will…but the greatest task will
    be to re~weave what will be undone

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  7. grace Avatar

    like a band of gypsies you go…i close my eyes and
    imagine it…the laughter, the times it will be silent,
    the sisterhood. Sisterhood. So beauty FULL a Thing
    and i see on the news how almost entire airplanes are
    filled with women on their way….
    the gentleFierceness,
    oh, eeeeeeeeeee~~~~~~~~~~~Cynthia……

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  8. grace Avatar

    if i can make it ok.

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  9. Acey Avatar
    Acey

    i’m not trying to be obnoxious, just wishing to understand more clearly. what, exactly, has to be “made okay” about the drawing element? are you talking about something compositional, stylistic, some type of inner narrator who has a rule the drawing element is breaking or is it something else entirely?

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