the guards at the side door of the ancient city of rhamnus used to play board games to while away the time
the main gate/entrance to the city
an anchor
some inset piecing
madness
a map of travels, weaving in stitches
as far as the eye can see
the stormcloth
it was thundering growling coming closer. A libation of wine, part of my rusty collection, a eucalyptus bark storycloth from last year. bundled just in time and left for the storm..an offering
may has been stormy
and windy
I am working on word patchwork-very much pulled into the shadowy hall where the suitors eat and drink, where the beggar king watches and plans, where the boy becomes a man, where she spins the yarns of their lives faultlessly weaving and unweaving their fate
8 comments:
everything feels very ancient here, love the stone quilt.
:-)whatif it wasn't guards playing but an ancient jude whatiffing in stone? what do the archaeologists know?
In spite of my classical studies, I never heard of Rhamnus before. I love your pictures and that feeling of history that they communicate. The map of travels makes me dream of open spaces and freedom...
weaving and unweaving their fate
Your pictures are so full of stories - and so will your cloth be ...
Astonishing - and very rare.
your cloth map tells old beautiful stories.
Beautiful, interesting, fantastic!
Φιλάκια!
old, and with shadows of those gone.
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