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 happens. Things do become more difficult as we age.
I made this ages ago.
I thought it simply illustrated limitation. The cropping. Still fits in the puzzle. Quite beautifully.
When I find some time, I am going to make this on a larger scale. Here, based on a 3" square. I call it Nine for limitation. With a small l.
I will be away for the day. Eye Surgery for the Man. Me, the designated driver. Hey Ho.
On waking, I thought Thank you.
Then I thought, who is You?
She is still here. Under the needle.
I extended her red. Still using the leafy shapes available in the weave-sketch. Mane, Red, Fire, Reaching. Change. I will bring some green into her. Exchange. An exercise in liminality.
I see this as part of Sempathy. Evolution.
I should talk. But it is difficult here.
Really what I want to say is it is not about you or me or he or she or we or they, or even the thing. It (and what is it?) is about exchange. That is what makes us useful.
It's 13 degrees but the sun is out and I need to go outside and breathe it in. Gather my selves. Have a meeting. About the New Year, which at this point seems as if it should be marked by my upcoming birthday. A more important point for Mapping. Yeah, I need some time.
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...
Good Morning Ragmates.
Today will probably be the last really warm day here.
The maples over the ridge have turned golden. Isn't that amazing?
Been exploring this land. As it turns out, there are walnuts here. Right Here. As Mom used to say...How about that?
The dyepo(e)t waits.
Reconsidering path has brought me to The Tenderness of Place aka Everything is So Fragile (I decided, yes, yes I could, I could name them all that, it works right?).
There are things. I will be away for a bit. Away from here, home that is, here and there, but maybe still posting. We'll see. Just little things, no worry.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
