Saturday, February 28, 2015
what we admire about spirit
in daily life
Friday, February 27, 2015
He thought Howard had been killed.
So we phoned Howard and were reassured.
When we hung up Dad told me that he had thought both Howard and Judy had been killed.
'But when I came through the door, you knew I wasn't killed, right Dad?' I said.
'It was a clue' he said.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Mourning is a way to work through feelings of loss. There is reparation.
All creation is a re-creation of a loved and lost object.
When the world within us is destroyed, it's then when we must re-create the world anew.
Hanna Segel ... Andrea Fraser
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
when we work,
we can look once a day
upon the face of mystery,
then our labor satisfies.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Because the velvet is not wide enough.
to cover the piecework or fit neatly with the dot border
I make more.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
the bliss that once was known will be known again
the good mother, young and beautiful
Friday, February 20, 2015
It is also important to give the child enough space to be in its own imagination.
a D.W. Winnicott idea
Thursday, February 19, 2015
The most beautiful example belongs to the urban women of the ancient walled city of Harar. Marriage dresses are long, full smocks of indigo-dyed light cotton sewn up along a central longitudinal seam to form a V shaped neckline.
A piece of imported satin or damask of contrasting colour is sewn on to cover the shoulders, neck, breast, upper back.
All the edges of this applied fabric, and the neckline are outlined with delicate restrained floral embroidery in satin stitch, which forms identical patterns on the inside of the dress.
It is therefore possible to turn the dress inside out.
A practice carried out at various stages during the wedding ceremony.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
both are sort of a conjuring up of things we need to survive.
dreams of guilt
dreams of redemption
my dream is offering me something that I need.
my responsibility to myself is to try to understand what it means.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
metaphor and beauty
I want my artwork to be all metaphor and beauty.
The kind of beauty that hits you hard, in the heart first, and then the mind.
That causes you to remember your own deep secret life, and also my work.
Monday, February 16, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
I have too many ideas
I like to open them up and see and feel if they will be the great idea rather than wait until I have extra time but before I can finish another idea comes tapping and I have to put the first aside so that I can touch the next.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
be pleased, you living one
a long dark center
be pleased, you living one,
in your delightfully warmed bed,
before Lethe's ice-cold wave will
lick your escaping foot
from Roman Elegies 1790
Lethe is the river of oblivion. It flows through Hades.
When one drinks the water, one forgets one's earthly life.
Friday, February 13, 2015
It's just not working. I have learned that it's too hard to make a meditative piece with so many odd shapes, sizes, and with such extreme value contrast.
I suppose that it is good to 'discover' this. It reinforces my thesis that repetition of mark and limited palette are the way to create a meditative piece.
It also shows me how important is the design wall.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
a gift keeps going
of hoar frost, and of linen
these are nothing but gifts on this poor, poor Earth
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
distract me just enough
a view of a lake gives me back my own self
Monday, February 9, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
I need to trust
It is growing with it's own life.
It is showing me.
yin yin was like this......I just had to be attuned.
I need to trust.
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Friday, February 6, 2015
the reverse of the embroidery
inner rawness vs outer shell
the stitches are constructed marks
each takes a second
each goes in and out of the cloth like a little wound that's then mended
over and over
piercing and mending
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