i think i need to think about hope. about what hope is. about what hope is for, or not for. How daydreams are formed from memory?….are they? formed from what we know?, have experienced? easing out from memory of experience , we daydream…weave the known with the as yet unknown….do we then stitch that with hope? All this is Question.
this Cloth IS a daydream. The image of the human, so far, female, being in graphite….or ink, but more and more in graphite. Why do it want it this way, i wonder? Because the human is so transitory when in the space of deep imprint of Desert, Mountain, Magic, Sky, the repetition of the wisdom of Crow. Asking to understand more. and maybe that's IT…
transitory because of always asking to understand more, rather than Being?….receiving what is?
and then, what about hope? What is hope?
i put red thread in the crevice of the mountain. Not as wound, red does not mean that for me, but rather as pulse. As Life Force. in this human body. blood. red.
this is the point i get to lately. When all the "components" of the story are there, yet i hesitate, being unsure…maybe i should add more…maybe it's not enough, but then somethings says NO, everything is here. More would just be more….and for nothing and would really, Take, some…..from the Enough. So…ok. More of Jude's "invisible baste", which has become for me not a baste at all, but the ground stitch of the whole. More, to meld it in, so it becomes one. Otherwise, i think this is IT.

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