Spirit Cloth

The in between days

It's cold, but then it's not but you can't get excited.

Because it's cold again.

But the Daffy's, they say it.

Spring. I look to them for the true sense of season.

I did not send out a class email or a Feel Free Newsletter. Murphy's Law has taken over and there couldn't be more things happening at once here. In the not-to-far distance I hear big machines ripping every tree from a 2 acre patch of forest so some one can put up a big fucking(sorry, I'm only human)-ugly-ass-mansion. But that's life and I'm still glad to be living it. Let it be a Daffy Day.

 

Spring Cleaning

With anticipation, going through stuff.

Spring Cleaning will be BIG this year. A ceremony.

As season has come to mean so much more.

This is Mom. Mom always said "smile". I inherited my innocent optimism from her. She also said, a lot, "it'll all work out".

This is a piece of patchwork.

It's an old what if, and I am gathering those to be reconsidered.

The thin silk was hard to handle.  In the end, the struggle is not only evident, is it is downright beautiful.

the Almost February mood swing...

The confinement of February brings out anxiety in me.

I'm a bit frazzled today, boiler broke down and repair guys are on the way. There was a huge rain and wind storm yesterday, much worse than the predicted storm that did not really arrive here. There was a bit of flooding. In any case, I've no time for talking right now. As you an see, Soul-o is not worried.

I look to the wall. And putting things in perspective, I see all of these related in some way, I see the old ugly light switch is just as much a part of my considerings as the cloth. At least today.  I pulled out the old drawing.  The box. The one I tend to put myself in. The small house with the roof wings made me remember it. The dyed cloth just came out of the copper pot on the wood stove in the studio which is cold right now.

I'll try to get to some audio later.