i woke to read Jude's post.   The goal isn't  to answer the question(s).  Magic Diaries.  Is it here? yes.  and i hang it on the fence of B. go.  to feed Goats and see that Tenzen has died.  He has been just going for a while now.  This morning,  he has died.  He…

so…i used the graphite…another word for pencil…the graphite,  product of the earth,  to darken the face.  Just so much a little.  And sat and looked and thought. it's not like i am in art school,  or have thoughts of Fine Art,  or,  notFine art for that matter,  what i am doing here is telling a…

not even legs yet,  and the arrival has changed things.  as it would.   and as if i already knew,  i woke this morning to thinking i would need to accept drawing the faces more with ink….give up the softness of graphite somehow.  And i then knew i would need to really ask the question of…

sitting again on the Resting Log.   mind drifts.  to Deb Lacativa's post today.  to the link she sent me for AEON.  you can google.   The link was to the short documentary about natural dye in Kyoto,  ancient.   and a story came in my mind.  A creation Myth.  There was another story about asking children about…

    invisibly basted down.  OR  collaged.   Once again,  once again,  the tactile pleasure of this.  The Base base,  the back,  Muslin. Then,  harem cloth.  Over,  Dana's gift and i did,  for the first time,  cut out the center….saved the center.  Joanne's encouragement.  The "components"….a  woman, the banks of a creek over all.  Stitch.  invisible…

the breeze this morning turns this Thing….it moves.  From over 20 years back.  Solstice.  Yet one more. On.

i really want to talk about these.  2 artifacts from the large pine cones   that fall in wild abandon here.   Found while sitting on that log.   They have great meaning to me.  Finding them.  Next to one another.  And for me,  connect so completely with Jude's post about Repetition …."  acting on a single thought…

in the Garden at campsite B.   Borage.  I'd planted SOME.  This One.   What happened to the rest of the some,  a mystery.  But this One….O and eeeeeeeeeeee.   Many many blossoms.  Annuals that readily reseed themselves.  This i hope.  But for now,  i am full of happiness.   time to change it up.   The last time…

7:47 this morning.   So close that it's good enough.  So it's Morning when i need to try to SEE the color.  Ok.  This is good. and yes. It's Dana's touch on the base cloth.  I woke during the night and knew that.   these rose from the baskets when i was looking.  Not the "one", …