Sunday, March 28, 2021
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.
Friday, March 26, 2021
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.
Sunday, March 21, 2021
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
Monday, March 15, 2021
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.
Monday, March 8, 2021
Maybe I won't
Wednesday, March 3, 2021
The Other Side of Self
Joyce Wieland used The Speaking Mouth.
Mouth as connector, erotic orifice, instrument of intelligence.
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