there were a couple incarnations before this, but, pretty much it's the beginning this morning. this cloth has been around for a long time, more than two years, it's had some fragments taken off it for other cloths. but it surfaced recently and has been on the wall. so, i looked at it. Straight on. and began making different changes.
it ended up here. but just because i ran out of day. tomorrow i'll begin again.
somewhere along the line this happened. i liked it…. like it was coming after me….
now she can go anywhere
and just to make sure you see what i see…a diagram
and that left eye….that was a little uhhh, uneasy….. changed
with just the smallest mark.
i needed her. she put herself together…all the scraps on the table just falling into place. it was me that wanted to draw her a face. she really didn't need one. but i wanted to and it was ok. and there was NO THOUGHT. i needed that, after the Cloth of Nothing/Everything. and now
now there is nothing tonight. and who knows, the morning.
began thinking it might be easier if i gave her a world. but no….that would be adding things that were not of her original intent. her original intent was herself. ok.
face. the paper face has been many places already. it's full of pin holes. it won't last forever. so i'm trying to draw that face in the paper face again. no luck.
that first one on the bottom looks like Candice Bergen. then the blue one, ?????, then the next two are Male. i get really interested in all this. i am looking at the paper face. really looking. trying to re draw. and look at the results….???????? interesting. and what makes a face "male"?????
this is the closest. but also not. but something about it is just OK. what is this expression "saying"?
maybe i should just let it be for now. Just go and wait. ok.
invisible basting. everything but her arms, with the intention of cutting her free. but i'm moving too fast. need to slow down.
debris serves varied purposes. is good for a dog to roll in. nice for a winter itch i guess.
what was Given at the end of this day…..
finally had the courage to lift up the mirror. didn't want to see that it had finally broken….but
IT DIDN"T!….that little piece on the bottom has always been there. OH, Glad!…..Wind knocked it over some long time ago. but it's fine. it's in yet another little "room" here, just to the left of the Raft. on yet another rocking chair. the Mirror Chair Room.
too bright, this time of day, but the Sage, to the Left of the Mirror Chair is green and fragrant.
and again, down at ground level, this wonderful forest of dry grasses…..a path through to the Mirror Chair. i am getting closer and closer to being able to say something about
Permaculture.
and Her. before i worked away today i put some cloth in the pot with tea bags. hung it to dry on return. and so.
but she doesn't need to be a whole Cloth….really, …..just Her. How can i DO that??????
like me, She looks better at a distance.
still lost in all of Yesterday. Julie refers to it as extreme clarity and that's what it feels like.
Today the Monday Work Away, in San Antonio, but the drive there took a blink of an eye, the work done as if in a day dream. Stopping at Alz. B's on the way home, feeding her lunch. She was into spitting things out. was Edgy. good enough. and home to Goat things and then, just looking.
this is in like a little Room, a sheltered place of grasses next to the Elderberry Tree. it has been Talulah and her friend Jora's restaurant kitchen. where they prepare the meals of leaves, berries, twigs and then serve their mothers who sit at the spool table in the stolen Janet Chairs. The girls will be 10 this year. When i see them at a distance at the grocery store i wonder who they are. Even if they don't play here this year, maybe it can stay as an altar to little girls.
the rocking chair in the Giant Secaton grasses
unbleached muslin that i dyed a couple or few years ago. i have no idea how. i'd like to change that.
looked a lot. i'm going to see what happens
This morning i am FULL. i am OPEN. i am RUNNING OVER.
the dark cloth from Jude that i could never imagine using…
off the curtain and onto the wall
the talisman. 7 black and white beads 1 red blood bead black threads. this has been with me for many many many years. first drawn in drawings, then made with seed beads and a tiny african "blood" bead on Certain of the fiber figures. and lately, on Certain Cloths, like the Shelter for Wandering Spirits. I have never chosen to identify it's meaning other than to call it magic. This morning it is as if it spoke. it's Faith. faith in What? i asked. Faith in the willingness for faith. and i identify that, the faith in the willingness for faith, as Just Going. Which is what clothmaking has taught me, what Jude taught me when she opened this world of cloth for me.
so here. as a Promise to self.
as of April, clothmaking Rules. no more so many days away. no more deferring the Energy like it has been this morning to run off to elsewhere. it may be self-indulgent, may be a Karmic Obligation. But i'm going to take the chance.
everything is changed….
just right. very different but just right. now just to stitch down the fragile edges. but for the most part…Finished.
the afternoon. continuing to read Gaia's Garden. BEGINNING to really understand the concept of permaculture. Amazing, how you can" know" things for a long time, but then SUDDENLY really begin to understand. MAYBE i am beginning to understand. maybe. but this is hauling wheelbarrow full x 4 of the straw and manure from the Albatros…mixed in, the remnants of the oat hay i bought a year ago when i was afraid i couldn't find feed for the Goats. it is interesting to see that it has hardly changed. has retained it's form. oat hay. one of the least nutritious feed for livestock. also does not break down. ????? but here, as Mulch. i will make it thick. it's an experiment. i am excited to know what happens.
slow stitching. i did another round of the blue ellipse….because i only ever use one seperated strand of 6strand floss…. and i wanted to add a little to the RED one…a little of the redorange in two places. and then i begin the seed stalks of the grass. which can barely be seen, so pale a greygreen. but they're there. now i need to decide which of the grasses these will be
feather grass
sideoats grama
or blue grama. these are from the Magic Diaries Cloth
and as it was too late again for available light …. i am finding self wandering a little late in the day. it IS staying light longer and so my timing for things is off. will need to move into some kind of transitional mode….anyway…too late, so i took a pic with the Flash and then trying to get the grass stems to show up,
i fooled with the light and shadow and there's no use falling in love with this, it isn't how the cloth IS, but oh jeez. just look. makes me breathless.
