grey

there is a mountain hidden there..
I think I will study grey today

a story about love and a way

I was making weavings on framelooms, then it was spring and I started thinking about colour on yarn, from flowers, searched the internet for natural dyes, started dyeing, weaving took too long to make trial cloths for dyeing, started felting, natural colours of sheep too beautiful, started tearing up sheets for cloth, found india , ended up with piles of scraps, found jude, started stitching, now we are back to weaving, it is a spiral, not a circle, weaving now is in everything I do, along with stitching and felting and dyeing, and looking at the world with new eyes every day, with wonder and joy, I am so grateful

foggy

but thread, cloth, weaving.. sewing with thread, weaving sewn cloth, stitching woven threads, stars in the sky, waves on the beach, trees in a forest
and a hare that jumped on to my woven?stitched? cloth

the road weaving the fogcloth
weaving for protection
this is a woven sack that sits in the bread room in the folklore museum in Varnavas, the wool is very coarse, must be goat hair, I am wondering what it was dyed with. Probably chemical dyes that were sold by wandering merchants- the lore of dyeing from plants is lost to living memory, unfortunately, the best I've heard was "oh yes, my grandmother used a yellow flower.."


foggy warm humid

african dust turned mud all over everything

still in transition

something is coming

maybe it will appear in the fog, where everything is possible

I've been cleaning..and look what I found in my brothers loo

we swim every day

I've been doing some serious cleaning, and I must say that it is never as bad as you think it will be, there in the deepest recesses of forgotten storage spaces

I did a practice cloth, an etude on finishing

whatiffing piecing a woven cloth

and trying out different stitches

doodling of course, beginning with a line

and another one with a house on a hill, still deciding where it is going to rest

I really like scrunching up scraps and stitching them down

it must be moulting season for seagulls, I have gathered lots of feathers

maybe I will make a cape and learn to fly

swinging my arms

In Warsaw, walking, I remembered what fun it is to swing your arms as you go along. I piled scraps and "married" them, just to feel the thickness- then, all through my train and plane travels I stitched and stiched, in a "lets see what will happen if.." manner. now it is a hard cloth, sturdy, I think, but I don't like it very much.. all colours are from plants, even the threads, and I don't agree with it anymore..but it is definitely a learning piece, it will become a pouch-bag thingy when I decide which way is up!!

the light is changing, nights are cooler

and we still go for a swim every now and then

return

she is my treelady, I think, summer evening



autumn beach in greeceWhitby beach
a moor artist
bits and pieces left behind on foreign beaches

I'm trying to return from gilgameshland

and all those summer travels

change and fluidity- need time to settle, all I do is clean in spurts and cook for little one

where I'm going next

Gilgamesh by Ben Haggarty, with Manya Maratou 7th September Soho Theatre, London 8pm 9th September Stephen Joseph Theatre, Scarborough 7.45pm 11th September York Theatre Royal 7.45pm This ultimate quest story, of a bored tyrant ruling a city so beautiful that even the Gods choose to make it their home, makes for a beguiling exploration into the nature of power; the search for eternal life; the threat of apocalypse, and the deepest secrets of the gods. Gilgamesh, journeys through a vivid metaphorical landscape of pride, love, retribution and grief, where deities are irritated and appeased by turn, insults are freely traded and where our anti-hero turned hero, discovers what it really is to be a man. Over 3,500 years after this ancient Sumerian epic was first outlined on stone tablets, storyteller Ben Haggarty and Greek percussionist and Ney play Manya Maratou, bring Gilgamesh to the stage in an extraordinary and powerful performance of one of the oldest stories in the world - packed with passion and quick-witted humour. unsuitable for under 14s Soho Theatre, Dean Street, London: 0207 478 0100 Tickets £8 (£6) Stephen Joseph Theatre: 01723 370 541 www.sjt.uk.com Tickets £14 (£12) York Theatre Royal: 01904 623 568 www.yorktheatreroyal.co.uk Tickets £12 (£10 & £7)