when i posted on the Beast blog, i noticed that the upper triangle had an antennae with a mark on the cloth….
i had not seen any connection with the components until this, so…a butterfly and maybe that's how it feels
to them too? so we share this unfocused face/beingness
have a thing about just adding something that "looks good" but is not "about" the cloth….
so…can't let it go for the night.
holding it, it FEELS very good…the butterfly now and the light odd piece. it feels very balanced.
but
and so…i think…what is missing from the story…the sun light…?
a piece of glennis' silk is pinned.
now, can go to sleep. i need to be up at 3:30.
the left is just a strip of muslin that lay on the bottom of a cast iron pot with a sediment of rust and
what ever Wind threw in there until the small amount of water evaporated.
the right, from a jar of beet leaves that fermented over time, slimy at the end. it also evaporated
some and when the cloth was exposed to dry, it got the marks and then i would squash it back in and
other parts would have that experience.
i have no idea whether or not any of this will be color fast.
i really need to learn. but in the meantime……..
the one final member of this human family of mine, the grandson who until just very very recently was
"lost in space". he has found himself and found pride and purpose.
maybe i have a habit of looking for … uhhhhh…conclusions, resolution, even, a [single] truth, and
this is something that's gone on since childhood, or maybe even birth, or maybe even before…
and maybe it's that this
"peculiar instrument"
is allowing me to see something different….
What if i can just look at stuff
without any need whatsoever to explain it or make it stand to reason…..
and show it to my selves
and to who ever else has an interest in looking at stuff….?
in my tomatoes.
this won't go on forever. had moved mirror in case of Wind and
watering late eve, there it was…and the subject of Beasts is
eyes
here, one of my summer "uniforms", it's eyes that need boro
i have looked at this for years.
i want to do something similar
patchworked/woven/something
it's about eyes
and how things
feel
or
me, as George Burns
revealing the truth
with my spawn, daughter, granddaughter
it's August. you might be required to suffer through
but…come september, it will be ok again.
it's the cicadas
going all out.
me. son. how i get in presence of son.
dorky
oh well
