How the pieces of cloth are
them selves
this way. Just form. in and of themselves. Not for me to "manipulate", create with, but just there. in their rectangular form. In their most basic Beauty. Cloth.
as if they say "see me". I am.
and then….
Color
Color is an inter~action. Color presents. the viewer responds. Color is Alive.
i knew it would come, but not so soon. This
RED that i have had for so so long
which isn't True in this photograph, but as close as i seem to be able to get. RED. A color i almost never used in my life. a color i still would not ever Wear. The only red i have been close to is what i always used to call scab red…an earthbrownred. red iron oxide. maybe of my beloved Carnelian stone.
and here it is. RED. there are still two more pieces of cloth. #s 11 and 12 of Airy Cat's Map. Both will touch this Red. Both can change this Red. Initially, i wanted that. to change it. to buffer its request for intimacy. What do i mean by those words?…..in this moment, i don't know. But they stand. to buffer its request for intimacy.
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