June 2011 Magic Diaries.
When I began by saying:
This series was set up to follow what I call larger cloth. By this I do not always necessarily mean bigger, but just slower and longer term. Deeper maybe. I wanted a format where I could talk about that a little more. In more detail than I do on my public blog. A place to share more personal thoughts about cloth making. A place more like home that would be more continuous and less planned.
(This photo just a still clip from the opening video)
I have closed the door to the original series now, because no one has really visited in a long time and I need to fiddle to extract content and put it here. So there I am 10 years ago, as I recall, already thinking I was getting old.
And here I am today. In another place and time. Feeling like I am getting older. Maybe that is a trigger for another kind of truth.
After moving the porch table down stairs in front of the big window where it became my studio table, the glass table that was there was moved to the porch where it became like a pond, in the morning light.
And that is just a lovely thought caught to start the day.
