February 4th 2102
Today I am thinking about the beginnings of the Magic Feather Cloth. Cloths. I have looked at all the feathers. Now I look at what I have done this year. Finished and unfinished and I am focused on the ring. The circle. The nest. The safety in round. So the Circle it is. At least in this, the year of the Ring
I had all my big cloths on the floor today. Considered it the Grounding of the Rings. The sleeping loft is over an unheated room. The floor is cold in the winter months. I layer cloths one on top of the other. Walk barefoot. Feel the cloth under my feet. When the quilts are rugs. I call them Quugs. I like that word. It seems ancient. QU-UG.
And so I have started to what-if. What if the first magic feather cloth could be a floor cloth. Something to sit on to walk on. To play on? Curl up on? A magic carpet? What if a big cloth could be a giant sand tray? A healing game. Big enough to be in? Here we go.
Since I have been piling the cloths on the floor, she (WAS) sleeps there. Often gathering the cloth into a ring around her. She is a good assistant. She was homeless and hurting somehow. I don't know everything about her, but I can tell when she feels safe. She helps me understand cloth as place.
Later, this would all be so right
Remembering back, I should have known...
One of my first self portraits with cloth. The scrap nest.