windthread

this whole Cloth began in its beginning as only the small scrap in the center…the black and grey small scrap that looked to me like some kind of ultrasound image.  fetal.  undefined, still.   It kept rising up in the basket over and over and i'd hold it and look and try to make some known image from what it is,  but couldn't and didn't.  it remained amorphous and that made me love it more.   a fetal thing,  could be many things,  anything.   and i loved it.  So it went from there.  Folding over a long Deb Lacativa piece and placing the botanical dyed piece at the top.  A moon.  I am always thinking of compost,  how it is a secret birthing of so much….in the beginning,  the decay of spent life that slowly becomes the cradle for  all manner of infinitesimal life forms that live and  give birth and die themselves to live again in a changed form to give birth to themselves and to Others.  Such reciprocity.  So  much giving.  And so much of it invisible.  Hidden.     But at a point,  it can become known and celebrated.  the small lizard on the rocks at the bottom.  The butterflies that attend.  

i am working on trying to get the Shop in order….over on the sidebar.  It's awkward right now.  The images are at first sideways,  and need help to be rotated.  But it's good enough.  and just ok.  

this one should be there in the shop tomorrow.