Sunday, August 14, 2011

update

to all of you who read here and especially those who have left comments in the previous posts..thank you so much, your words of support give me courage and strength, they mean the world to me
we keep on getting austerity measures that are harshe and harsher, taxes piled upon taxes, and it doesn't look as if they are getting any results..
the computer is very uncooperative in the heat, it closes after loading sites and pictures, it gets overheated or just fed up..
I will visit individually, but I wanted to say a collective thank you
the japancloth is travelling with me to spain to be stitched down, and it will be presented to the Embassy in December



in between travelling:
I've made a feather for jude's feather project




I wanted it to be special, so I made the "cloth" first-pomegranate dyed crochet yarn, with a few extra strands of indigo added as an after thought
catching the shadows. It;ll go in the post on Tuesday
I learnt how to twine rags into string, and she got a head of hair, made from the mnemonic device I used while composing the tale I'm telling
and a face, and a name..meet ANNA the raglady
making a book of fabrics .. the Odyssey, part b, of course
abit like a vertical quilt- stacked layerson to the next voyage then.. see you soon!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

a small chronicle in pictures

hibernating blogwise-the computer seems to be in a good mood today, it let me upload the cellpics
I've been travelling, storytelling
a storytelling spot on mt.Pelion, home of the centaurs. Built by the Ottomans, used by everyone to access water

coming down from the mountain a ferry took me across
tsipouro, meze and music on Pelion, after the Odyssey. what you can't see in this picture is the sea- astounding view
the same village, on mt Pelion
this is Syros, the port of Ermoupoli, once capital of Greece
a lot of sea travel when touring in Greece
On Crete, Psiloretes, called also mt Ida, birthplace of Zeus.
rusty pump in Amari, Crete
I did tell the Odyssey here, it is in Gerakari, Crete. the best audience I've ever met.
cushions in the school at Amari, the school is not in use
a pile of saints in the same school, and a cloth in need of mending. I did consider nicking that cloth, but only for a moment
marble beast on the church at Agios Georgios, on Pelion
what is this lady doing on the wall of the church, on a mountain??
ripple weaving at sunset at Chania, Crete

turbulence in the port at Syros

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

what it is like

so, it is like violently growing up. what is changing fast, too fast is concepts and ideas about how we live. the country, greece, is being forced to change ways of thought and everyday practice with no time for the process of realisation and adjustment.
short history: Greece became a state in the middle of the 19th century, relying heavily on the support of richer European countries for its existence. very small and very poor this country has never been out of debt since it became a modern state. On top of that for the past century and a half we have embroiled ourselves in devastating wars, even a civil war after wwII, dictatorships and political unrest. the last junta fell in 1974, i'm old enough to remember that time.
In 1975, I think, we signed the treaty for becoming part of the European union.
Long before Spain and Portugal.
Once, flying over central Europe, it was in the year 2000 i think, Iwas looking at a huge area of well ordered and bordered fields. I was going to an EU funded meeting -15 countries. I told the people there, we were eating, not working, that during my flight I realised why Greece was made a member so early..even though we are a poor country and not politically stable or "mature"..to releive the immense boredom!!!!!!!!
I realised that it was very bad manners to say something like that when I saw the looks on their faces
but I still believe its true
Greeks can be brilliant and they can be very naughty..
I hate speaking of a nation with generalisations like that, but I am speaking now of our concept about ouselves, the beliefs that constitute our national identity
pair that with : resourceful, cunning, survivors, proud fighters
and then, in the past 35 years things have changed
we weren't poor any more. the nation, I mean..
we weren't immigrating, we were a receiving country
we don't work in the fields anymore, immigrants do that
most industries closed down or moved to other countries
everyone has a mobile phone, even kids
families have two or three cars
big houses,
no one is hungry
mountain villages are empty
wages became huge compared to what they were, prices rose accordingly
the dollar became cheap..in comparison to what it was
it became tremendously easy to get loans


back to what it's like now
more and more people are out of work, and those that do have a job work for much less money and in constant fear of losing it
people like my parents have lost 80% of their income
both have worked very hard and paid their taxes and had reached a certain level of affluence, and certainly did not expect to make radical changes in their way of life at 67 and 80 yrs old
the measures the government has been forced to take seem to focus on people who have been "good"..people who cannot evade taxes ..pensioners, civil servants, teachers, doctors who work in public hospitals etc, who are paid by the government..their incomes have been practically halved
private sector jobs are becoming scarce and badly paid
enterprises of all kinds are closing
workers, builders etc don't have work because construction, public and private has stopped
and people are angry
and scared
because it feels as if the measures, harsh as they are, are ineffective
and on top of that we have to be "good" and do as we are told
because, the story goes
1. there won't be any money for salaries in 15 days
2. European economy will crash


so people are angry. they feel cheated, and humiliated. There is violence, but also solidarity. There are moments when it is very scary
as for me.. I've been on the fringe all my life anyway, no backup, and, unfortunately some debt.
holding my breath..
I think it was a good idea to get eldest son out, and wondering what to do..
have to get real resourceful quickly
now I'm still a bit numb
it seems the future, even the near future is aa big question mark
but isn't it anyway?




Wednesday, June 29, 2011



i have been quiet blogwise-
I've been stitching words, weaving story. Diving into Homers world.
also watching, hearing, feeling the country I live in fall to pieces. times of change. me too, i'm changing- feel like a snake sloughing off my skin
letting go
started with i refuse
i refuse to live in fear
accept change and flow with it
mantras that help most of the time
so now i'm letting most of my books go -discovered freecycle- giving them to people who will read them and are happy to have them
saying goodbye to an aspect of myself that was important once, but has changed now
tons of paper are leaving this house
keeping the stories for students of storytelling until the storytelling school has a place to house them
my stories are in me now, yes, oh yes, I am full of stories, storyrich

Thursday, May 26, 2011

may rhapsody

people lived here
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 windyI 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

Sunday, May 8, 2011

mothers day

this was at my doorstep when I woke up. what it says is, of course, I love you mum.
reflections
layering waves
I'll vote for invisible baste anyday
layers of wind

this looks like the beginning of a cloth. I love hewn stones (as opposed to cut)
once more this looks like a prayer to me
striving towards the light

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

life comes in waves

they very much wanted to go to the beach, so we went
...
the wishingcloth is progressing, I've posted some photos here. This is the backside where one special little scrap that says "we are Japan" got itself firmly basted -by mistake?- and since it so very much wants to be there, Im leaving it

Easter came and went,the boyand his dad came and went, everyone had a go at roasting, even my mum!
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