it stormed yesterday (in more ways than one) and it rained all night. as the sun returned this morning, i left the curtain closed to enjoy the shadows of mom's gift of dried lavender against the ancient pattern on the cloth. the shadows in the thin fabric seemed almost a watery reflection of my dreams last night. i dreamed of fabric. i dreamed of brother nemo who is walking around some where in asia . i woke thinking of my son. a reflection of yesterday. a day filled with life and fabric and a few unexpected shadows.
light and dark still fills my focus...so i'm working with another long cloth this morning.... the one where she looked outside herself... maybe to get a better look at her own shadow i thought, which was really her reflection. i want to express that in cloth but first i traced and cut her form from a cloudy plastic sleeve recycled from an old discarded photo album. the pages are aged and the photos can no longer be viewed clearly. this is making a great stencil for me to use as a guide. and the milky translucent quality is just what i want. i will search for a very sheer linen for this layer of self...i think i have it somewhere. i am sure it is somewhere. in some dark corner.
