Spirit Cloth

in and out of coma

every year i work on one large scale project. a spirit cloth, a gift of time stitched slowly...a giant timekeeper, a documentary.  last year it was fever.  this year it is coma.  these projects have been documented in the the categories in my sidebar but because of the backwards nature of blogging, it is easier to follow coma here, a time line where each picture links back to its blog post and where there is a slide show option... i am in the final stages of this cloth and it seems that this part needs to happen in private.  going back in just can't be done with words. i mostly pick it up as the sun rises and work on it for a bit in the quietest of hours.
...and most likely it will cross over the line of the new year. it has no real calendar because it if for me.  i will release it in book form sometime next year.  this is more of a personal transitional cloth which has helped me give birth to a new one. the one i will call magic. the spirit of 2010.

wordless on thanksgiving eve

a few words on day 4

a bit of surgery has been performed to get the fire inside.

...and velma has started a new blog, please welcome her.

...and if you are in nyc stop by here.

happy thanksgiving to anyone who is eating a lot more than usual tomorrow. please continue to excuse my silence, be back soon.

word fast- day 2

 

 

word fast . day1

did i imagine a path?

the way back in will be a lot more complicated than originally imagined.

...it may take a lifetime.

undoing communication

i have the rare privilege of being alone for a while. and so i am going in. back to the center of coma. i should come out eventually.

coma and dot diary - holes

today i am thinking about dots as holes. and holes as viewfinders. eyes. and viewfinders as masks. and masks as choices, and the difference between looking  from the inside and from the outside.

and then the  sameness of that when a narrow opening in concerned. and how getting rid of the mask can increase vision from either direction. how real vision is a bigger experience.  a view after all is a limited idea. a point of view is a tiny hole.

i am working on the second long cloth because it has become  coma related. it is about stepping outside oneself and discovering many eyes.

dot diaries - eyes

it is a sunny morning. it feels like i can see for miles. and today i am thinking,,, a dot can be a point of light, a tiny pinhole, a simple yet very special kind of lens, a gateway to perception, the very center of a personal universe. the beginning of vision.

and i cannot stop looking at that  distant dot of the sea's reflection growing larger each day, and noticing that it seems now to be looking back at me.  can that dot then also be a point where two universes collide?   i am looking back at some old notes about eyes.  eyes that are now dots.  dots that are being scattered over the surface of coma.  old eyes.  new eyes.

last night i saw this.   i really like it.   it is simple and honest with a story and person attached. i added it to my i really like this list.

the nature of dots reconsidered

dots could simply be the result of discontinuous-ness.  another small coma.