big electrical storm coming. i will stitch through. but to document the point of dilemma. photos are amazing...help clarify. when i am actually holding this, stitching, what ifing, it is close to feeling busy to me. but looking at the photographs, quite a different thing. where is the spark of color? butterfly is glennis' silk with jude's magic thread antennae. will continue through storm...: what if i add some other colored stitches in the rivulets of the kantha or what if more butterflies? what if stitching on some long grasses, with floating beads of color? will try all three.
i am looking at the difference in these posts. it's the light. that's how it is in the desert. some light washes things flat other light makes deep indentations texture which is real? both and all. that's why it is so easy to get lost here. back to Barry Lopez and Joy Harjo, tonight we had a storm. a monsoon storm. everything has been at least a month "off", as in late, this year or so, give or take.
the monsoon storm tonight, a month early. my planet is disturbed.
but the monsoon rains, if they are exactly right, bring the spadefoot toads up. these toads...you can google them, live under ground all year, waiting. if the rains are right and come at least two days in a row, which means there will be enough standing water for the "ritual", they come up. so...before i tell you what that's like, i will wait and see if the rains are the "right" rains, deep, soaking, seeping down rains. we'll see.
details remain: how to finish the wood, both cabinet and floor, continuing to spruce up the excellent little 1950's Dixie stove that i brought in from the airstream trailer, the decision about the pots and pan shelves. but otherwise, done. all is functional, nothing is leaking.
looking at the SUNflower, my eye was drawn to the weaving to the right, the tangle tango of last years morninggloryvines and weeds and twigs all randomly self woven, so looked again and more at the rest of the scene and not just the beautiful bloom..... they have a nice little world there in that flower bed....
i gave her White Tara when i deliberately disrupted her home a couple days ago. i'll tell the truth; my intention was to scoot her into a jar and take her outside. but it was not to be. she has constructed her diorama perfectly so she can instantly disappear into that crack. she has chosen to stay in this particular place. her spiderly intention is no less than mine. i accept her as equal. and as i write that, i wonder what her sense of it all is?