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
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 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.
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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