windthread

working with thoughts about framing in Jude's post.   These fragments might be seen as framing.  I do this off and on….things along the central image.  But for me,  they are not framing,  or a border,  often,  they are actually the  Story,  the Narrative to an image in the center of the cloth that is a still frame of that Story.  Borders,  frames,  are alive and moving,  taking,  telling. 

in this Cloth,  the fragments that Hold the center,  these are the talking of this Story about Subliminal.  They are

the Subliminal

in all its forms.  They move,  into and out of,  showing.  Showing how it is that so MUCH creates the Still Moment Inside.

on this lower right side….there is a single fragment missing.  A space.  I don't know what it is,  but i will find it.

we all worked again today.  Maybe tomorrow,  a pic.  The kidding pens.  We work.  Goats come in and and out,  looking,  touching with their lips,  how Goats do.  No one exhibiting the signs of imminent birthing.  I picked the first cucumber.  Emrie's tomato plant,  a cherry tomato,   has 23 little greens.   Julian comes home in less than three weeks.  Tomorrow is Alyssia's birthday.  31 years.  I was there.  That morning of her birth.