Spirit Cloth

the magic feather(s)

i left the s off. that's ideas.

new

   

artistic hypocrisy

 


a clip from magic diaries today because i thought it was important to be able to say this outside the context of just class. 

alternative audio link if you see no player

 

sensing

 still thinking about sympathy.  as a kind of evolution.  compassion for  things outside yourself. our sense of place in the scheme of things.  considering local color for magic cloth 2.  been talking about that. whispering actually.  waiting for more acorns to fall.  wishing some walnuts trees grew here, but making do. working around that. and brown. a bit of earth magic. tweaking my own tradition of black and white. brown and white is nice. more human maybe.

i already know that next year will be the year of brown and white. among other things.

i have already named the second magic cloth.

Rings of Vision, that is what i will call it.

the magic cloth off the wall

we have reconnected. and it feels so good.

sympathy for beyond

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projection

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and speaking of thin-ness, i really like this

(the real journal is a very personal  thought catching process centered around on some chosen focus. this year i chose points and protrusions as my focus.)

Amy Winehouse

i just have to say that I liked her spirit and especially her edge, even though it couldn't hold her. that is the way it is sometimes.

 

so i am remembering what i said about shape.  and if shape is the struggle to hold on, then giving shape to things is to express that struggle.

and we all know what that is.

right.

there is no way not to understand.

the wall

magic cloth 1 is off the wall.

its wall days have come to an end.

magic cloth 2 is on the wall.

and that's the way it goes.

and i really like this

color and temperature

the heat is fading a bit. it didn't get quite as hot as expected today.

the windows are open, the power is stable  and i  pulled the cloth covering aside allowing the late afternoon sun fall on a corner of the coma cloth.  the ripple of the stitch seemed cooling.  and the soft whites, welcomed, like the clouds that moved in today as an unexpected heat shield.

now that i know it will be cooler tomorrow, i will be gathering some warmer colors for the back of the magic cloth.

i have decided to set it on fire.

so to speak.
...maybe in sympathy for this sun and all the responsibility its continuing has come to contain. an apology for being so impatient.  or maybe just a thank you.

thank you.