Singing Woman of the Woman Series. (a series of Selves)
I darkened the edges of her world. The indigo vat was so ready.
I am going to set up a project page at the Forever Zone(part 4 of Patchwork in Perspective)for her. For selves. Because she is not done. Not even close. I suppose you might be able to relate.
It doesn't here.
There is no time here. Just Slower Cloth.
I have removed the date from the posts. That solves the problem for me, days without edges...although that would drive the man crazy, he is a numbers guy. Anyway, the feed is not working properly but it seems to publish by email eventually so I think, ok, stuff will be here, there, wherever, when it is there. ok.
Just the time it took.
Today? There was a moment of sunlight but the storminess has returned. It might be yesterday for you. But for me, just new indigo leaves.
I moved The Deep Pool of Thought to the wall next to the computer. So there might be some crossover while I type. It had been pinned over A Nest of Days.
I just wanted to look at it again. I asked myself if I should make it bigger. I didn't answer.
Now, some time off, whatever that means. See you later...
Yesterday, after an all night rain.
He is growing up. Big and strong and almost friendly.
Now it is raining, again, like I have never seen. Expected to continue until tomorrow morning.
We need not more rain. Maybe if the porch roof falls in, we will save some money on demolition.
An old dream that was in need of some seasonal adjustment. A scrap of cloth used in The Deep Pool of Thought on the lower left corner. Almost like a question, will snow come early this year?
And this one.
I love it just because it has no real agenda. I just enjoyed it. Has a circus feel, doesn't it? I added scraps of self as they appeared. The curved cloth weaving, I like it and might try something larger with this concept. And the sun will come out eventually, though the garden is taking a beating. There will be work to do and that is how, why, we keep going.
It needs fringe. I'm running low and will have to make some soon.
I lost this post twice already, let's try again...
I did not order a stool.
Enough.
A cloth rests on the table. For now.
To me it is a kind of paper. Paper, a kind of cloth. In my mind I often weave them together.
The wall cloth dyed by Richard Carbin. (in my resource list, sidebar) Isn't it beautiful?
I will put this table on the porch in the spring. When the roof isn't leaking and there is sky lighting. I think I might create a wooden frame that might be attached to accommodate some weaving as well.
I made a change to the roofline. Because my mind kept doing that. Just the line, like drawing. Balance.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
