This Old Nana garment…i don't like that word, or…..haven't…..but i don't want to call it a jumper either…this Old Nana uhhhhhh, Covering. Maybe a Covering. This Old Nana Covering was still hanging from that beam near the Morning Chair in First Sun….that bloomed through….and the weave was exposed in all its Glory. Just LOOK at this. This woven cloth….threads…..Jude would know…..This is just so magnificant to me….a whole world of threads connecting and holding. The Beauty of it is just enough to make you feel faint.
i changed Her. Her left leg. It'd been bent at the knee too, but i changed it so that it's extended. There's more to do, the thigh. And then also the feet that are crucial….the toes. The toes of lizards are sublime. Her Eye. But i did her tail, with Deb's Thread, with Turquoise…like they are. She is a Phantom. I will have a Phantom near my heart. Wherever i am.
Later.
there's been another shooting. an elementary school. i see that it's in Northern California, not too far from where my family lives there, the children, their mothers, the new one, Emrie. The wounded child is at the hospital where my daughter works. How we are all vulnerable now. Children at school. I make this Old Nana Covering, a phantom lizard near my heart. I think how Julian and Destiny, ages 8 and 9 know the news…it goes through their own school. I think. A lizard near my heart. I Go. be Vulnerable. It might be us. You never know. But still. the Going. the wearing of a lizard.
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