One layer of face. jude hill. 2014. while considering weave
Yesterday I made my last entry for Considering Weave. I thank you all, those who joined me in this personal journey. I have come away fulfilled and more sure of my way. I have removed the icon link from my sidebar here, so if you need access to the materials please use the student links page which can be found in the top menu bar. The forum closes in November. The Diary remains for as long as you need.
And here I am again,
...about to begin a new chapter in Just Going. A new form of quiet sharing. Slow. Small. A year of talking to myself. A new form of conversation. Comments closed. Heart open. Just a closer look. An experiment in the sense of conversation. Here, there and behind the scenes. Maybe just a cry for peace in my own way. To see how that might be for me and you.
So with the SHIFT on the 23rd, begins a year of Small Journeys. And an effort to present a clearer picture. More details. For those who would look closer. Listen longer. Without aspiration or pats on the back. Not asking much in return, just your support (thank you) in trying to make the world a better place through giving. Trust(is there an app for that?). For my art, I have realized, is destined to be nothing more really. No wordy mission statements, websites, exhibitions, claims or glory. For (almost) free. Just the art of sharing. Because you can't take it with you and I am no spring chicken.
Sometimes you just have to look yourself in the eye and say that's just who I am. And be done with all the bother.
With this effort, I believe this blog, my classes, What If and my story will become one. Less. And less will become more.
Taking a few days now to finish the cloth we call Home.
In August, He split the rest of the wood from the big tree falls during hurricane Sandy. And He also replaced a drafty window, so we might live in 2 rooms this winter. We talked that over. One was not enough.
Her face finally fell off. My toenail fell off but I will spare you the picture.
In August I also thought a lot. About a lot of things. I went back through the blog. Amazed at the tangle of it. The size of it. I noticed old links were not working. That happens. I have been doing this for quite a while and folks come and go. Websites come and go. Change. Waves. I think... just like yard-work or housework, things need to be maintained. Kept updated to remain useful. Current. In harmony with the changes in the world. Even more with Self. So I began to clean house. Blog house. Link house. Class house. Cloth house. Realizing that waiting too long makes for a bigger job. Like moving from a small apartment that you've had for years and thinking you can do that without help and realizing you have 50 carloads of junk. I remember that once. Less is a BIG Thing. Best to start with Head House. So I thought some more. Tried to tidy up my head a bit first. I asked myself a question. Am I an artist?
Yes. Finally yes.
Why yes, now after all this time? At age almost 64. Need to think some more.
And then I wrote an artist statement.
Hello. My name is jude hill and I want to give all my ideas away.