so...say five years in Detroit. or so. give or take. and then a slow boat to Balarat, to where Elizabeth Denny is, in the Central West of Victoria. Southerlyposts.blogspot.com. We would need to camp out by the lake because there's too many of us. But still, somehow, i would get some time to sit near her quilting place. I would sweep up all the oh so small scraps under her table and put them in my pocket. She has the most elegant cloth pieces. Elegant because they are from "somewhere before that i know" pieces. I love them.
But then what? Probably i would want to come
Thunder storms off and on today. A smallish bird THWAKED into the window of the door to the way back. The THWAK was so LOUD that Tay ran to the far end of the house and only very slowly ventured forward. Unsure. I looked and a smallish bird was lying on its back on the porch...feet curled, still except for hyperbreathing. Some moments later, the breathing had slowed. Some moments after that, it was turned and breathing Slow. Some moments after, had moved closer to the door and just was still. Breathing.
the raindrops stopped and the Goats came back. I heard the sound of Goat on Porch and there they all were, surrounding the porch in their semi circle like they do, staring and Onday was ON the porch just very over the top of the bird, looking. She turned her head so she could look at it with one eye from the side. Bird just breathed.
i opened the door as little as possible to squeeze through and picked it up. So soft. So very soft and it struggled just a little and i carried it out to the Oasis and put it through the fence and it fluttered well to the low branch of the Three Leaf Sumac.
For the rest of this evening, the Goats continue to come to the porch and smell. They stand and smell. Knowing something happened.
and i was hoping, but i think not. Spent a large part of this day with invisible baste through and around the colors of the Wings. Here, it's obvious...and it can be Touched. But with the pic, i think it's well.....invisible. But there is a BIG difference in the feel of it. How invisible baste (Jude Hall..Spirit Cloth) makes the collaged fragment both One with the Cloth but also at the same time, More of its Self....????......it's quite wonder Full how this happens.
the butterfly's feet....need to be redone. I wanted to see how they would look, so just did it. So, ok. i see and it's not right. Ok. tomorrow then.