India Flint's hands. India Flint.com School of Nomad Arts
Back in my cloth beginning, Jude and her. I have those first books of hers. and for Reasons, i wandered away. from her.
What does all this mean right now? Why could i sit here all day and then more days and just look at this pic?
Where….am i?
I think we are born to wander (and wonder) and here I am wandering back to your place 🙂
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I’ve told these stories here before, but you spoke of cloth beginnings and India Flint was mine because in your wisdom and great heart, you gave me Eco Colour as a gift:
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A gift of silk ribbon from a friend and when your gift of India’s book arrived, the world opened in a way that seemed as natural to me as breathing. Marigold petals, a glass jar, water, the ribbon, and the next day, a stream of gold emerged and the alchemy of that, has never failed to uplift my soul…12 years later, I still get that tingle of wonder and held breath when a bundle is unrolled, when a glass jar is emptied: foraged gifts from the land, recycled old white material, and the trust in the story that will come…
Blue hands: on our camp out at your home in Polvadera, after a walk about to see your land treasures, iris petals not only gave me blue cloth but the joy of blue hands and I finally joined the sisterhood of the blue hands, not indigo but iris…I don’t often get blue in my dye work so this was such a gift…
Walnuts: loved going to a park in TN, wandering the winding trails along a little creek and finding walnuts, still probably my most favorite thing to dye with. You can vary the shades of brown by how long you hold the walnuts in water and I use a lot of brown shades, earth tones, in my cloth work. One of the many gifts from you, when we moved to New Mexico, a gigantic old speckled blue and white enamel pot and walnuts. I so loved lifting the lid each morning, dipping a strand of cloth to see how dark the brown was becoming…
The woman with the blue hands…
The woman who had a hunch that I might like to learn about using the gifts of the land from the woman with the blue hands…
The lifelong story and the trust in knowing that what the land provides will find its way into cloth and from that, a story of the land as well as a story of my inner landscape will come, has made all of the difference in this journey of mine…Thank you grace.
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wandering is just going. You never know where you will end up. I suppose that is the point. Maybe the question is not important?
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we come into the world, potter about for a while and wander out again, at least that’s how i see it
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Asking Where Am I and looking at a photo of India Flint’s hands seems apt. She is part nomad, after all. It seems to me that not knowing where we are is a truer state than being sure about where we are. India Flint is beyond cool though, isn’t she? Her ECO-Dyeing book is where I first learned about Eliza Lucas Pinckney and her early successes with indigo.
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hello, You….
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those Iris.
those Days
that inner landscape…all the Difference. it is so, isn’t it.
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maybe but the Asking is
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it a way it boils down to that. But it’s also so much more.
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cool beyond cool…she was and continues to be.
i love knowing that…about you her and Eliza Lucas Pinckney
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Hello again to you too. I am so enjoying seeing your current work.
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