so
i just decided to go ahead and be
sick.
I've never done that before. Ever.
But…Why not? Illness is also a Path.
The biggest issue today was Way Too Much Ash in the Wood Stove.
not really such a bad big issue, right? right.
So i slept a lot. Made soup, slept and woke, slept and woke , a whole new experience. And finally,
as Sun rolled to the rim, so did Crazy Wind. Finally. And i emptied the ash and can begin again.
yes i DO have a cold. and YES, accuweather did lie about today.
Off to work away and all day it rained some. Not off and on, but Some. Constant. And what Accuweather failed to mention, was WIND. GREAT WIND. constant Wind with Great Gusts.
had i seen the alert to this yesterday i would have brought wood in. Not. So, feeling crummy, i go out and bring in a few pieces at a time, dressed in one of the Old Cowboy's down jackets that he bought and never wore. Silly, because it's not that cold. But I AM that cold. I AM Very Cold.
this morning i realized that i have not been using the Wall? Why? i guess the Pockets? But is GOOD to see this way.
so i'll wait until just dark. It's too early to go to bed but i don't care. Will be bird like.
read awhile, then into the lap of Mother Night
it's 5:24. Just Some light left. Some. Goats go back and forth in the Corridor. Wanting to finish their feed but also wanting to be in the Albatros, where they rest. in the night. Seasonal indecision. They go back and forth, talking to Each Other. Dark comes so soon.
I think i am entertaining cold germs. Too much hugging at the gas station and the grocery store. That scratchy feeling in the throat, how i can't get really warm, or if i do, i am Hot and back and forth. We'll see tomorrow morning.
this afternoon and early evening, i cut the stitching on this Thing, i think it was some kind of drawstring on a blouse or dress, don't have either to know, just from the Thrift Shop, but, it is really wonder Full for very small small bits of stuff that in this case might go with the Dream?
it rained off and on all day, mostly on, but this morning for so short a while there was SUN and i walked around in the Room, wandering, and
there it was
for the Dream. For the Dream. Stuff is partially stitched down.
Crow is stitched down. I looked a lot, thinking about how it might go from here. Originally not intending to do anything but stitch the two neutral squares in place. But then, the Crow came. I sat the Cloth down on one of the couch pillows while i went OutSide to check on Chinche. She pretty much needs to be carried in and out now.
coming back, i immediately thought of what Jude posted about on Spirit cloth, adding rings
set it on some cloth that's on the back of the rocking chair. All which made me wonder if it is a larger dream than i originally imagined…
Did she dream Crow? Did Crow dream her? are both of them a part of a Larger dream? and who might be dreaming That dream?
new porch mat. Sometimes Chinche still tries to go in and out by herself and the old mat was worn through almost entirely. So now her feet won't get caught in the spaces between the boards.
i wanted to keep the little Fig inside for Winter but Marti sent me a link and it isn't a good plan. so went back out to get frost bit and now i'll pack scrap hay around its pot
and then fill the tomato cage with scrap feed, hay, around and up over the top. Then i'll Hope till Spring. It was a beauty FULL warm day of no Wind so i continued OutSide
tho it might be hard to tell, i also neatened up this front side of the Albatross. A Gentle day.
just the Right tension
printed it out and used a white colored pencil to create this more stylized form…it has the most tension and i like it a lot, but….
OR, but maybe it's really the feet? if i changed the tension in the feet?
I love what i learned from Jude in Patchwork Beasts. My beasts are still how i feel them and not so much really patchwork, but i learned to look for the fewest Shapes that could give the image of the beast. Here, 3. the body and one wing, the second wing, the tail. The legs and beak will be thread
FINALLY, took apart the stuff on the water thingy for the swamp cooler for Winter. It's been in the 20's at night. High 5o's or mid 60's, day. It's that transitional time.
It's nice to have help.
it started out just very ok. Sun streaming through the only red/orange leaves here, we are a golden world in New Mex, but the red/orange of the Three Leaf Sumac. Like my childhood, like at Jude's.
But pretty soon the day took on a life of it's own and i needed to do things.
but just before that, i'd found the right scrap. You will need to use your imaginations…it's a Crow, a Crow is bringing her the dream.
color pretty much true. Beam above, Not orange, as the refrigerator and sink cabinet are not blue. Light is a magician.
Began as Olive Green, bleached to PINK, walnut….to this. Good.
i really don't remember drawing her. Just one of those moments, pen to cloth. But she has remained, on the table since. And somewhere along the line those two pieces of Blank neutral were placed. Don't really remember doing that either….some distracted moment. But, looking, and thinking how much i really LIKE her, though i don't Know her, I thought…because i don't Know her doesn't mean i can't give her a Dream.
a Few things incubating in my head and i think, ok, leave them to their own , and in the meantime, this.
that flower…from a thrift shop men's shirt…maybe will dip in walnut to sadden ……. or maybe not? It's Her dream…how might she want it?
one of 4 walnut pots IN. This pot has feet. Will try to get a pic. Need to combine the others that are Out Side??? or not
in my never ending effort to only go into town Once a week, and being that i had to today, i did Everything i could think of. So not much here.
Color is Not right…taken with the flash. While in town i washed it in the old Cowboy's washer…in hot water. If i can't wash in hot water, i don't own it. But it held. Enough. No longer Pink at all.
And i replaced the nondescript brown buttons with some of the old abalone ones i have, 3 with the B sides up. The top one has a shape of a goat to me, 2 i just like. 3 is for the moon and 4 the face of Praying Mantis. Happy. And i might wick the bottom of the sleeves in the walnut again. But for now, i just want to wear it. It's my second layer…the first being whatever t shirt thing, then over the top the trusty hooded sweatshirt.
a very early morning of no form, just Colors
Before i went to work, took these out of the walnut vats to hang and dry. When i got back, rinsed them in the bucket in the bathtub. Hung again.
blue cotton from Deb Lacativa and just a little too blue, so saddened this way, just a little, Yes. (Deb i know you love me and would give me permission)
that jacket shirt that originally was olive green (eee) but soft scrub on it when i was wearing it cleaning Bill and Nelia's bathtub and so splotches of bleached out whiteish, that i then soaked in a bucket of bleach and it turned of all things PINK (EEE) and the first walnut dip was just barely successful but the walnuts have steeped and today….oh eeeeEEEE and ahhhh, i think this is really good. Not quite dry. But it might be my Forever Thing. The softness of it, the drape, maybe flax and something? maybe Rayon and something? Warm. Good. Morning will tell.
and just this much of this on some walnut dye muslin and while watching it happen and being mesmerized, i suddenly remembered
everywhere, that time of day, there is Light coming in, causing distortion, glare even so this, on the kitchen counter, under the cupboard….
i'd totally forgotten about this. Really wasn't sure it was still here but yes, behind the bed, which is high because of 3 futon mattresses, so it had been hidden how many years now, don't know, maybe 10. It's a self portrait. It was up at an exhibit at the college here, along with 2 fiber figures i'd made. They sold. This…well….it was interesting to watch people look at it. I used this frame that someone had given me as i didn't have any money to do otherwise. Frame is incongruent. But that is nothing, what IS something is that it rose up in my mind today while looking at those colors….how is this connected? Don't know. I can remember the exact day, really, the exact moment when i began drawing this, i can smell that day, feel that day on my skin right Now, just exactly as it was. Cellular awareness. How i imagine my mind to someday blind me with amazement when all the pieces will come together, all the stuff i forget but don't but do, all come together, kind of like a kaliedoscope…just the most subtle turn and
there it all will be
Don't forget to double click
so i did it. All the pencils. I did it very very slowly, I looked closely. Inbetween, i went OutSide, walking around, just looking, off and on with Flash, trying to get a close look at the one horn that appears to have a loosening band, but maybe not, maybe it's just that that horn is withering….as intended. But i looked in a different way, it was a world of Color, and inside too, Color. I saw how everything i Know is Color. I saw things not as form or object, but Color, sometimes many Colors to make the thing…The old Apricot Tree, her leaves, today i saw as her colors…so so many that form leaves.
i found the little ripped out piece of the print out of Yvette's Earth Pouch…that small but oh so WonderFull design dyed into the center piece of cloth here, ….. i want to see if i can replicate that with these pencils. And then i got all caught up in the piece of cloth it is sitting on which was a
PINK
handkerchief but i'd put it in the walnut vat and oh LA!….this and really, there is no blue in it at all, this blue that appeared in this pic, but maybe it was just some kind of magic that it shows up because i love it very much and maybe i can make that color too….for real, on the handkerchief with the pencils??????
So…I like them enormously. I am not sure yet if i LOVE them, but for sure i LIKE them…i love the way they Bleed. How this will work on cloth is yet to be seen.
So i am not wanting to do Drawings. I am just wanting to see how Color appears. Wanting to know if i can put color on cloth with my hand, with a pencil. Wanting to know, well, things that i don't even know yet. But it's a big YES.
Out of curiosity, i went to the first page of this book…2005. And there, stuck in was a print out of a pic from Jude's original Whispering Color…the results of an effort to sadden with Walnut. Yes again. I saw that some pages had been torn out of the book. I don't remember. But noted this. Torn Out pages. ok.
Deb's cloths had been moved to the back of the rocking chair so Tazmeena wouldn't lay on them. No thought. But when i looked this morning i saw that this particular part of the very very long cloth was exactly what i had seen in my mind as the world the old woman Mesquite tree lived in. The one who caught the kitebirds or birdkites. It could not be more perfect. And look….Many of the small Orbs…so for sure now, i know it's not something with the lense of the camera. This lense is New and also protected with a lense cap. The Orbs are what they Are, whatever they Are.
