Yesterday I sat quietly and celebrated a life in pieces.
And the freedom in that.
This morning I posted something new in Small Cloth.
And cried a bit for no reason except release. It worked.
I am going to go out and cut the weeds/grass. It's hot and wet, and if we don't keep up with it, the new owners of this house will get lost on the way in. Or eaten by monster mosquitoes... I will not miss them.
Mom.
In a pool of Silk Velvet. The cloth mentioned in yesterday's cloth.
1949 I think...
And that cloth from yesterday,
now in the context of Summer's arrival.
How much season is part of us.
Imagine. The air is like soup.
But it's in your lungs.
I love taking pictures like this lately. I have a little lamp behind me in the cool of early morning before sunrise. It's the shadow of the phone camera. It happened by accident a few time and then it became a component. I look at this and think this might be an idea (?) for dyeing or piecing. This light and dark effect.
For now we'll lay low and keep cool.
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