It’s Sunday, the blackbirds are back

 To sort through the many things on my plate, and finish some up, discard others.  Simplify my life as much as possible, but continue with my noble purpose.  I am a maker of quilts.  

A pieced quilt back

 I am without my laptop and am a bit bereft.  I have my phone  and am attempting my first post using the phone.  It’s okay.  It’s a blessing really.   

Also, I slept well, and for the first time in 3 days am not in pain.  So that’s another blessing.  

poetic

I finished embroidering the Louise Bourgeois' text that I had started in 2011. 

On the right are pieces of dark cloth stitched with white crosses.  My niece Sarah made them last year as a way to meditate and heal.  Sarah died in January and left these hand stitched pieces to me.  Although I knew she was stitching, I didn't know that she had made so many.  She also made the red and white stitching.

"I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the soul"  Walt Whitman

starting something new

 My studio wall has four empty canvases.  It was a real step forward for me just to put them up.

My idea is to do something to them every weekend from March 15 2021 to March 15 2022.

Starting from when I accepted the idea of turning 70, then the day itself,  and then the living of it.   I will work on both sides.

I don't know what they will look like as individual panels, but I have the idea to hang them together, as if they are a house. 

Maybe I won't

Why do I feel that it is necessary to disrupt the calm with these strange bold shapes?

The Other Side of Self

Joyce Wieland used The Speaking Mouth.

Mouth as connector, erotic orifice, instrument of intelligence.