Dream and Hope

Remember the sun’s birth at dawn.  

That’s the strongest point of love. 

Joy Harjo

But still …

The truck was parked in front and the tail lights were on.  I noticed this when I went out in my nightie to put my studio bags there, beside the vehicle.  Then I walked up a hill behind the house.  From above, I turned and looked back. 

I saw Ned come out of the house and then I saw April come out too and I saw them have a brief hug and then she mounted her bike and left. 

I had no idea that she had come home.  She must have seen my studio bag by the truck.  She must have known that I was awake.  Why didn’t she speak to me?  How did this occur, that she and her dad had a secret meeting ? It was probably to discuss her car, but still.

Last night’s dream. 

tenderness

The focus of designing minimal quilts is to produce work that has been reduced to its essence - stripped down to its essentials.  Gwen Marston
 

white cross

 

We gather information with our senses.  Touch. Smell. Taste. 

These are REAL.  

The body knows.  

Mermaid or Princess

 

The ambiguity goes beyond a simple combining of opposites and instead engages the viewer in an experience of slipping from one association to another in an unrelated and unsolvable process of interpretation.

Ralph Rugoff about Louise Bourgeois’ late textile works in the exhibition, The Woven Child.

Trying to make sense of nonsense

 70 inches square instead of 80 because I don’t want to have to go up and down on the stool.  

Only as high and as wide as I can reach.  My body as measure. 

Look at the sky

My creativity will not stop, even when my spirit is anxious and sad, my interior huge-ness will not give up and continues to make hopeful declarations about not giving up. 

hand piecing

the soul usually knows what to do to heal itself

the challenge is silencing the mind                               Caroline Myss

despite gravity

we are lifted slightly above the ground
while remaining faithfully on the earth

luce irigaray

a gathering of the self

Union of the soul and body harmoniously linked,
it is a gift of innocence,
an illumination of shyness,
a refolding of the body in its intention.

Luce Irigaray

love is in me

joy is in me
it lives in my body
rises like a lymph
immersed in her I share colours and light
I become her
becoming also myself
I respect her
respecting myself
I love her
loving myself
She is within me and outside of me
She surrounds me, radiates in me, illuminates me, comforts me, without a gift in exchange
I am embracer - embraced
love is in me

luce irigaray