Deck maintenance was a must this spring. A lot of things got out of hand when Mom was ill. In addition to the grunge, this space became cluttered as well. The old bench got a coat of paint to slow the wood rot. It was So wet last year and through the winter. Another wet summer coming I think. Everything returns back to earth here very quickly.I will grow some herbs in pots here this summer. The newly established family of deer are invading my garden and I don't know if we are up for building a fence. I hope they don't like grapes.
And then some practical patchwork. Making the wiggly floor in the studio more of a solid ground. We didn't bother staining the patches to match. Why?
An overgrowth of ivy has been removed from the old oak and the old wall and the old path. An old way cleared for going.Maybe for a walk down to the old sea.
The sun's out. That always transforms everything. Especially when it's been dark for a while. These 2 pieces hang in a room we are not heating for the winter. Today it is warm enough to sit there and look. I get the sense that cloth enjoys the sun on it's skin just like I do.
And look! A path. The 2 inches of ice that covered the brick melted away overnight. It seems winter is becoming UnDone but I know that March will be a month of back and forth. A rocking. UnDoing often has a ragged edge.
Walking will be possible today. Walking then. I look forward to it.
The once named Magic Feather Coat, also known as Without End hangs there.
A small tear along the neckband needs attention. I am admiring its staying power just a little longer. I have decided to alter this garment a bit. Well, a lot. Let it become a curtain, maybe, or a blanket. Let it be more useful. I have too many robes.
The less I have, the less I need. (she thought to herself, finding the time to jot that down) Perhaps simplicity is all about transformation, the clarity in that. Perhaps transformation is simply making do. A form of recycling, re-self-ing, sympathetic evolution? Becoming what you need to. How is it we come to need more while celebrating less. In these years of the revival of mending and celebrating making do, it seems it has all become about art, business and money and not at all about what it is.
An unspeakable sadness washed over me while walking yesterday. Not the kind that poisons you, but the kind that enriches. Something quite clear but without words. It will stay like that I suppose, until it becomes something utter-able. Until then I will just try to keep wandering off. Walking about. Let my journey become itself. ( TYiBO 2013 j.a.h )
Saskia has been living her life and also letting her work become quite simple with a deepening sense of quiet and confidence I can clearly admire. She shares her work over at Diaries but also on her blog. I really like this. If you stop by, please do, say hi for me.
Last night's walk on the pier. Northport, The next town over going east.
Since I started focusing on color over at Diaries, I am noticing things I might ordinarily miss. I guess paying attention is something like honoring the privilege to witness. It was a beautiful sunset by the sea.