yesterday some family was here. i had taken down things hanging from the ceiling, cross beam to the Room so their heads wouldn't be bumping into them. i cleared some surfaces. vacuumed. moved piles of fabric onto my bed to clear chairs for human sitting and this morning, it all looks so spacious. and looking at the Magic Diaries cloth, i suddenly see the Grass Person who is always on that wall to the far left. but i SEE her. she has been hanging in this house for as long as i have lived here. the Grass People are the only of the fiber figures that were repeated. their bodies relatively the same shapes, always one hand holding something, one hand receiving. they are also the only of the figures that had no human facial features, but rather faces like grass seed. and i thought how in so many of the cloths i've made there has been strands of grass. and realized that one of the strongest personal symbols i have is Grass. and here, i am speaking of wild grasses, prairie grass, desert clump grasses. native grasses. in other places it might be those fierce tough beach grasses that hold shoreline.
anyway....actually SEEing her this morning i thought how grasses can maybe tie together these seperate images on this cloth?
am going to do as Jude reminded today...print out some pics and draw on them.
