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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.
In August, while considering weave, the basket self re-emerged caught between waves.
Waves. How things are. Coming. Going. Coming again. But changed. How we might feel powerless in the face of that. Or not. A self portrait is useful. You might sit and look and face yourself. Through your own eyes. Ask yourself, "Does my sense of self interfere with my understanding of flow?" And have no answer.