windthread

what a little word
for what It Is. sky. similar,
weather.
this is part of what i want my cloth to talk about. What it is willing to talk about if i take the time to engage with it. The
sky
and the cloth.
Here, sky is more than half of everything. it makes me small, if i imagine my self on the line of horizon, on the
rim
of the world.

these are my West neighbors. and the chair i stand on to see them

stitched with Jude's invisible basting on all
intersecting lines
i can sit for hours, mouth hanging open, gazing upon the smallest detail. i can trace the stitches with my fingertip endlessly. a certain kind of braille ~

old skirt, the remnant table ripstop nylon yardage, butterfly another thriftshop skirt

this is what i found. two very good print cotton mens shirts
another PLAID, but very cool womans shirt
two thin cotton skirts
some black and grey ?denim?
a piece of cotton canvas
soft denim dress…BIG
very beautiful silk gauze blouse..eggplant in color
and who'dve guessed, a silk and cashmier shawl

one of the shirts….great print design but not exactly colors i love….the red is the "wrong" red….and it occured to me that i can
use the Pitt pens…i got black and sepia for the workshops…
i can use the Pitt pens to change the colors, to enhance the design so it is more "me"…. how great is this.

yesterday, when i wanted to pin up the South cutout window cloth, i had to first vacuum up a web. i made this intention known by banging on the wood all around. then vacuumed then pinned up the cloth. just now, i noticed that during the night, there was a different intention/determination. this time not up in the corner, but down and across the basket of onion skins. you can see her on the right at the bottom of the vertical board. she has jude's magic thread legs…of course.

very loosely woven strips of the old skirt no backing will be stitched onto the long awaiting yardage of ripstop nylon.
will become Winter Window panels in the Room. the cutout on the South panel, mask on the West.
Love them.

valerianna ~

from Desert Notes by Barry Lopez

if you want to know more about the raven: bury yourself in the desert so that you have a commanding view of the high basalt cliffs where he lives. Let only your eyes protrude. Do not blink~the movement will alert the raven to your continued presence. Wait until a generation of ravens has passed away. Of the new generation there will be at least one bird who will find you. He will see your eyes staring up out of the desert floor. The raven is cautious, but he is thorough. He will sense your peaceful intentions. Let him have the first word. Be careful: he will tell you he knows nothing.

they are not really curtains at all, but more cloths that seal the windows against winter wind. probably with my beloved clear
push pins unless i can come up with a better plan. the two windows to the left of the West window are left un~covered….cannot
bear it to have all the world kept out. The cracks in these are stuffed with strips of wool felt.
8 3/4 inches short. will need to find something to stitch to the TOPS of each.
Would like to (if winter ever becomes "normal" again) be able to roll them up on sunny days (if winter ever becomes "normal"
again). Maybe with a dowel across the bottom?
The Summer Curtain would not be there…but replaced with whatever i come up with this year…..maybe a even newer door cloth?
Ordinarily, winter is only Jan ~ mid Feb so ordinarily, i choose to just suffer. this last winter began in November
and did not give up its grip till mid April.