i have a zillion words just rising up. I probably should be back in therapy, like i was, i guess 40 some years ago, but who would i "go" to? How long would it take, to tell what i would need to tell as the prologue to what i am looking at this morning? So, i be in therapy with me. I already know a lot of the story, just need to look more, listen to Self more, try to get some distance and look again, listen more. as much as it wants to take. It's as good a time as any, right?
I see recently, the major themes i seem compelled to repeat. in this clothmaking, image making that i seem to continue doing because of the pleasure of it but also the desire to see the story, to re~enact the story over and over.
there is a figure in many of them. a woman. not me, but i guess me, but not me…a female human being. More and more i have followed the urge to let this figure be made of graphite, some ink. She is not fully defined. kind of vague. in keeping with the marks of the Plants? looking at this…in keeping with the marks of the Plants? Note to self: look more at this thought.
and the other image is that of the Eye. often a single Eye.
these two images find themSelves amidst fragments of cloth, often very colorful and of interesting defined shapes that portray my sense of the Planet. a single "still" shot of a single spot in a single place of the Planet Earth at a single moment.
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ok. i don't know what this day is going to bring, whether i can continue like this or if it will include others and other activity. So i wanted to put this much here, so i didn't lose the clarity that i got to this morning and really, as a commitment to coming back to it and going With it. Seeing the images on the phone screen doesn't work for me in the same way that seeing them here on the lap top does….the laptop allows some distance and i can stand away and See, better. the laptop i guess, the pics and the words is a kind of design wall. That's interesting……..?
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