and finished. In the Shop. F for feeling good. so ok. and i tried to give this one many names but Picasa wouldn't accept too many words, so this Cloth…
Which is the memory?, Which, the rememberer? Does one give rise to the other? or do both give rise to EachOther? There is the butterfly, the Witness, the imprinted memory of both leaf and flower, the memory of those imprints in the vagueness of color, like the dna of memory. What IS memory?
What is it that remains when the Things are gone? What is the
trace
that remains…what is the substance of Memory? Is it a true
substance? I think so.
i love how this scrap showed up…wanting to help Illustrate an unformed thought
and in a different plane….my favorite work pants of the time….
i was given a RealTimeVisual yesterday of how this happened. A fence wire cut and unbent at the gate for Sunny Ray and Jack Flash….how when i squeeze through, being too lazy to clear the stuff, this wire catches. Rips. So i fixed the wire, yesterday. And today, i worked to fix the rip. So far, almost done, it's good. Kantha. Strong. Worthy stitching.
Addendum. How days go so fast.
Emrie…you might note the spelling change…no longer Emry, Emrie is now about 5 inches tall. Think of it. Being 5 inches tall. I am interested in this fetus with a scientific bent….being 5 inches, forming, swimming, becoming. I will be interested in a human being. This will be the first time in my life time, that i will HAVE THE TIME to study her. It's a really GRAND opportunity.
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