An erotic space

The space between the lover and the beloved. 

Between I love you and I love you too. 

Approach and resistance. 
 

the letter to Lydia

 The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they may drink.  And in drinking understand themselves.  Federico Garcia Lorca 

Shapes and marks

And you find only the shape you already are but what if you have forgotten that or discover that you have never known.  

Margaret Atwood. (Looking in a mirror, the Journals of Susannah Moodie) 
 

Beautiful Soul

 If we say anything original, we so often say it wrong and we will offend and hurt others.  On the internet this can be exhausting.  I must still get the work out, get the words out, get the stitches into the cloth.  

Remember the Beautiful Soul.  The dream of the beautiful soul brought into the real world that can carry us forward.  

All we have is our best idea.  

Sarah Gagnon. Pelican Quilts 

In a mysterious wilderness

 

Travel cloth on the left.  Un-done bundle wrap on the right.   

We are in a mysterious wilderness outside the village of the ordinary.  Cy Twombly

Lake

 I know they’re busy.  I’m busy too. 

Sky as female

 

Things pass into and out of the female body and women have to learn about and own this traffic as personal and continuous.  It's hard to keep pace, it's exulting, it's unknowable, we fall behind in the accounting. 

At heart, our relationship to time is a slave relationship. 

Interesting ideas from Rachel Cusk's essay about Louise Bourgeois' textile works in the Woven Child.