i'm off, for a while

I'm going to Wales tomorrow to participate in this

meet friends, play the ney and zarb for Ben Haggarty's telling of the epic of Gilgamesh, tell stories, hear lots of stories, meet up with plant and stone acquaintances

be back in about a week

colours

the camera inertprets colours.

the green skein in the bottom picture is cotton for lace(?) dmc no 60, dyed in a mix of various rhamnus berry dyebaths, simmered and left in the sun, where they fermented happily and smellily, in the company of a small piece of rusty iron.

the same skein, in the picture above it, with stronger light from the sun. maybe it it foretelling poor lightfastness.

the same skein in the top picture, lower right looks beige (!) in the company of indigo blues, which in their turn look quite washed out and grey......

on my monitor, the last foto is truer, and the little skein is eucalyptus.

the beginning colour of the cotton is ecru

I'm getting more cotton to leave in the pomegranate and madder

sea and sky

we went to the sea today, there was no one swimming, too cold. End of June, in Greece! I stitched some, and took photos. Telemaco went in the water, I put a jacket on..

all colours (on the cloths and threads) are from plants, with some help from rusty nails and little bacteria, except for the heart- I haven't gotten round to dyeing threads with madder yet

artificial light in the top two pictures, the beach scenes are from the cellphone

conversations

once upon a time there was a hunter

the beginning of a new illustrated storycloth


I am experimenting with indigo

and I keep reminding myself, just to give me courage, of the trials of learning how to make bread from books

It took me about a year to get the hang of it, and quite a few bricks were produced in the meantime

so maybe the lesson I learnt then was patience and to keep going

fermentation is so much like a blessing, when you finally get it

and it always seems to be a little outside of you

you can't really control it, just try to provide the right environment

like parenting, or art

and lots of prayers to the weather gods

oh yes and preparation

the corner you see there is Helen Melvin's the colours of sea and sky, a great companion on this path. thanks, Helen

fun and work

we went to the sea, and washed two sacks of fleeces. They were incredibly dirty. abeetle came to investigate, some horseflies too, ugly bites, those.

and I made a pincushion- I need it, with all the sewing I've been doing!

and a snake left me a gift.

sky, wind, meetings with remarkable men,

when I was young, I played the darbukka for a saz player

heard koroglu at dawn, with the light shining through leaves

took ney lessons in istanbul from the gentle arif

met and had the honour to listen to Djamchid Chemirani teach

here with his beautiful sons

and bathe in his smile

now I am at last tapping the same deep well, the ashik spirit, the dervish soul

as a woman,

it is there, deep, quiet, breathing, singing,beating, shining in the sky, in the dark of night

a poem

...es sind/ noch Lieder zu singen jenseits/ der Menschen

-Paul Celan

In the threadbare

air, through the tattered

weave of leaves,

the blue light cools

into ash black shadow

Tree: the high

thought roots itself

in the luminous clay

of the caught light's closeness

to audibility

So we know that again

today, there are songs

still to be sung. they

exist. Just on the other

side of mankind.

from Pieces of Map, Pieces of Music

by Robert Bringhurst