Saturday, September 30, 2017

the cloud in me

The Bed

a charged site because of birth, death, sex

but also the bed is where we dream

Thursday, September 28, 2017

colours, lights and structures exist in their most perfect form in nature

nature composes
nature groups and assembles
nature dismantles materials in the right way

the wind bears things away
water currents carry them along and sort them into categories
light is strained and filtered through clouds, foliage, blades of grass
these events surround us
morning till evening, season to season
always imperceptibly changing

Agneta Hobin  (Finland)

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Monday, September 18, 2017

do not worry

I removed the white edge and am making horizontals at the base of my earth cloth.

I replaced the greens that deteriorated with flesh tones in my cloud cloth.

I used a flesh colour because this show is, after all, about the body and its healing.

apologize to your body. maybe that's where the healing begins.

             Nayyirah Waheed

Sunday, September 17, 2017

more destruction, more repair

I washed the Cloud In Me because it was grubby.
I always wash my work to embed the stitches.  It's part of my proces.

I washed it in hot water in full cycle - and it came clean but things fell apart.  Also some bleeding from the 9 dots in the center.  So, I washed it again.  Warm water full cycle - and it came cleaner yet but the velvet frayed out of the reverse applique holes.

That green silk velvet is a gift from Connie.  It was the skirt of a Christmas bridesmaid dress she had made for her daughter.    Connie is very frail these days.  I am mending it today by replacing that old velvet.

Can't help but think that this is another metaphor.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

even as I continue

no false glamour
rather the dark glamour of time and its relentless attrition
like scar tissue
full of liminal moments
full of secrets
James D Campbell (about artist Marion Wagschal)
artists and children  by marion wagschal

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

it's OK it's OK it's OK

I washed my long cloth

the red wool inner stuff bled through to the off-white linen

I think it's Ok

Saturday, September 9, 2017

oh sappho

some sweet song
in honey voice
piercing breezes
wet with dew

goat herd       longing      sweat


all at once
take delight

now don''t
right here
now again

holding the heart

youth       queen
me     you
shall love

Sappho translated by Anne Carson

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

complex beyond knowing

art is as close as humanity will ever get to nature....
things that are complex beyond knowing

Roni Horn