there is magic in the air tonight
the moon is bathing the land in night
owl eyed Athena is looking down on me
faces stare at me
a warrior
a priestess
i am reading the iliad it is time
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oh my. rings and owls and things. tell me more
oh what beauty i have found here.
hey! many rings are accordion-tied coins, the owl is from the summer- working on the Odyssey- she stared out at me from a cloth dyed with rusty rings, I painted her with earth and egg (or soy or casein from milk- can't remember which, I am experimenting with binders) she was taped on the walls where we stopped to read in Athens- the paint surviving remarkably well- the others are from the huge piles of naturally dyed experiments that get put away and then looked at from time to time
i think i am digesting it all for the moment, many ideas brewing...but seeing your rings i took them out again today. it is a response, in a way, to what i am seeing happening over at your place, there will be more words surely when things are quieter inside and out
Deanna dear your comments are always so heartening!
Oh, the owl and the pups and the magic you create.
That owl is so amazing - she whispers ancient Greek - and I want to climb onto that dog and flokati pile and sleep a while....
Penny, it just happens, doesn't it?
Valerianna,found her on a vase, of course! and in the pile- you would find my son sleeping under the rug..a people-dog-rug pile!
all, but mostly to me, the eyes of
the dog
Αγαπητή Μάνια, χαίρομαι που σε βρίσκω, έτσι ξαφνικά, μα καθόλου τυχαία, εδώ. Αν σε συναντούσα, θα σου λεγα ότι κάπου σε ξέρω... κάτι γνωρίζουν οι ψυχές... Καινούργια σ αυτό το χώρο, αναζητώ εικόνες, φωνές και φτερουγίσματα... Θα ταξιδεύω στις σελίδες σου.. Blessed be
Δόξα Μ.
grace, yes..he is a presence..and it was his eyes, a couple of months ago when I went to the sheep pen to get some dung for the trees, he was there behind a wire fence, just looking, at me, totally still, not barking or anything, he just followed me with his eyes, every time i looked. and the shepherd, later, at my place, he said- you know the dog-you can come and get him anytime..I hadn;t told him anything or asked him about it..mom went ballistic..so the deal was clinched. when i did finally go to get him, i just picked him up and he went all floppy in my arms..well, there it is- a new being in the place.
ant- Artiste Δόξα! χαίρομαι. πολύ, νά 'σαι καλά!
and i wish so that i could write
those magical greek marks i see here....so much in this life...
oh. owls, seem so ordinary, until they're gone and then i miss them, and suddenly they're back. i love that about them. my first snowy owl...the great grey owl. and a horned owl nesting, these have been mighty presences in my north country living. beautiful work here.
manya..i need to tell you.
each time i see this photograph,
the dog behind, head sideways...
i do NOT see that, but see the
skull of a sheep, the dogs ear tip
is Her mouth, the dogs muzzle is Her
ear.
a skull, but with the wool/skin
still on.
it is an extraordinary thing i see,
and having something to do with
the importance of the new dog.
What is his name?, the new pup?
velma, the owls are everywhere, all seasons- in winter, we see them when the day starts changing ti night, in the summer we hear them all night long.
grace, he is Argos, the one who sees, who notices! Odysseus dog was Argos, waiting for him to return. Also, in mythology, Argos was a monster with eyes all over his body, he never slept..until Hermes lulled him with stories
Argos. yes.
Hi, Manya. Lovely dyed fabrics and your owl is cool!
Have a happy stitching holiday!
best, nadia
Manya...oh, so much, but for sure
just simple wish to you for this
coming Year.
BIG LOVE, g
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