its been hanging here for some time now. i pass it often and stop…look, wonder, remember.
what year was that?
when Jude started talking recently about large cloth, i decided. Since then things have unfolded that i couldn't have imagined. It's really quite amazing that this time of 2020 is when the Other Side begins. the side of Now. RIGHT now, lately, i've been somewhere in some kind of limbo. a combination of things, not just the Virus. It's about the increased need of Goat Herding, Talkie's concerns. My frame of mind about this world and my beloved Earth. the Garden, being Spring and planting, caring for the newly born seedlings there. and things like how the Hydrangea is going to bloom, how Sunny Ray is beginning to show signs of Old Buck. But a lot is some internal landscape i seem to be standing on/in…..i haven't been able to imagine how to begin any small Cloth, any story….i seem to be storyless. I look at the baskets upon baskets of cloth, and don't go further. I look away. Many of the cloths i made have a figure…a woman….her form and posture, gesture, telling the Cloths story. I looked here. I t's the Eye. with the exception of that one figure of the third pic. That is a Key.
i washed the table that i don't love because it's not wood, Over There beyond where Sunny the truck is parked, on top of the rise above campsite B. Where Emrie's sprinkler is during the hot days. Where we sit when it's too hot inside and too much SUN just out side. We walk over there. All her plasticware is windblown, i collected some and will take a bowl or pot over to wash them in. Keep them in. Washed the table. Took down the Cloth from the Looking Line and carried it over. Looked once more at THEN and turned it. it's a good place to stitch the Tree down, the Green Tara from Patty. That will begin things, those stitching downs. it's what i have Heart for right now. It's a whole space of not knowing of having no idea. I wonder what will happen?
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