Spirit Cloth

Shelters from the Storm

 

There are Nine robes here.

Some are heavy, warm, thick. Some are thin. Some are old, mended, some not that worn yet.

And then some are still only imagined.

This one is Wind. Hanging so I might look at it from behind. It is very unfinished. But really not. It's been useful ever since I caught the thought to make it. Complete at every moment since then. This one travels well, being light as a feather. I imagine adding a few more pockets. 

Imagine traveling with only what you might carry. Worrying about the rest when you get there. The Man is a master at that. Me, I'm working on it. Imagining is good practice. And always good for a few laughs. Laughing is also good practice.

So here we are. Imagining. Laughing. And later, walking. It's a beautiful day.

Continue.

OK.

Life goes on.

Time Flies.

Back to it.

The Endless Wishing Cloth (for now). It's on the table. But I'll put it back on the wall for a moment.

First let me take everything off the wall.

Clearing a space is a ceremony.

Still Cold

But warm.

Cloth is shelter.

Especially big cloth.

Last night I added Coma to the mix of blankets.

And sometime during the night...

I added Wind. It's a robe, but it can be a layer in a pinch.

I have too many robes. I am thinking of altering them in a way to make them convertible.

I always imagined showing my large cloths on Nine Beds. Calling the exhibition just that.