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to weave....inspired by everyones work. it started as a thought for the bottom of the lightning cloth, the space of the nine patch above the toad eggs. kept trying to find how it might work there, but it just didn't want to. too much comotion. so i just took it completely away, and looked at it as a cloth of its own but then kept looking at those orbs of Deb Lacativa's.........set the woven under it and
ahhhhhh
yes.
i just said that yesterday. and a few days ago, i said:
i can create context or i can wait and let context make itself known.
so...here we have it. Lightning. the eggs of the foolish or desperately courageous. two cloths joined to receive that exquisite moment that i need to never forget. not for a second. ok.
IT RAINED LAST NIGHT
this morning the dragonflies were here already; where one Was as i clicked the shutter
the mutant bean plant blossomed in the dark it seems
they saw the Lightning
things had to be redone this morning
New Mexico. the most benevolent place on the planet in its way. harsh, hard, but it won't let things die. tonight, sheets of Rain, a wall of Rain. the first since over a year. there is some fear. you know you could die but you just listen, ears pricked, you feel it in your footpalms, like everyone Out There; toads, coyotes, scorpions, birds, snakes, plants. who i think have no fear, just shelter how they can and listen. i shelter here. earlier, before it came, Wind came in the house and knocked a heavy picture frame off the wall. i knew then that it was coming. Monsoon Rain. ran out to bring in the clothes off the line just as that first strike hit. that Lightning that splits your brain in two, splits your heart in two.
this is what i will miss most.
as the Rain flows down, sky river, the Lightning is overhead. direct vertical hits one upon the other.
it seemed to be quiet so i went to bed...to those wind blown Tide sheets. fell asleep. but then maybe, well, i don't know how long, but it began again and i drifted in and out of sleep finally getting up to write this down because i knew by morning, the acute sharp sense of it would be gone. i want to remember this moment, the feeling of it all, the smell of those wind/sunset/tide sheets, the lying there upon them in the flashing lights, the pungent fragrance rising up from the earth to meet the rain, the beginning of the driven bleating of some Spade Foot toads who were either fatally foolish or desperately courageous.
i need to hold so close the understanding that this scene gave me. about living each single moment fully, as is. this is how i want to go forward.
rain
so, Acey's cloth went winging it's way today. and i was feeling a little adrift myself when i got home. so i just sat a few minutes and watched the wall. and remembered what i'd been thinking the other day. was wondering about Why those particular cloths were up there on the cape cloth. a few i know for sure, are easy, like Jude's lizard, the moth moon, and most recently the Raven cloth. but some of the others...????????
this one, most of all. very much a mystery.
and then
this one is interesting. the print fabric strip is from a piece of new cotton that i found at, of all places, Walmart. i go to Walmart to buy the Old Cowboy's Cinnamon Swirl Bread. to him, the staff of life. he could not live without his Cinnamon Swirl. so...sometimes i cruise through the craft section on my way to check out. on this particular day i saw this. for whatever reason, i was/am very attracted to it. i studied the info on the bolt cardboard thingy....made in China. i thought about how i felt about that, about textile factories pumping ot reams of stuff for us here, about the women who might be working there ........ all that, but it appealed to me anyway. this particular strip includes the selvage at the top. i like it a lot. why?
so...in looking at these, i first of all see the small pieces of cloth themselves. for whatever reason each appeals to me a lot. and that is an important thing about this large cloth. only what i love here. but too, i realize that all of these pieces were just kind of daydream stitching. there was no plan...just putting two or a few scraps, fragments together. for no reason.
thinking a lot about this.
something i'd not expected. it seems as if watching this large cloth, i am somehow very easily imagining small cloths. maybe because the large one will be a ummm, collection of images? and maybe because i have been rooting around to find those ever so small scraps that i could never have used before; this cloth is perfect for them. and they are all so different. so...the Room is full of Maybe for two days
and i am looking at things with new eyes. this shirt for instance. from the thrift shop, mens department. i couldn't tell you why i brought it home. it is the most GLARING orange...ack!, but something about the flowers in spite of the orange
and then, i remembered this morning to check out the "wrong side"
which is beauty Full. and then getting happy with that, i re-looked, and even the right side of the flowers are beautiful on the large cloth!
and then..in the midst of it all, i began working on Acey's Rooster Flower. and this is most amazing of all. having pulled out such an array of scraps, suddenly, the possibilities for this small cloth become Huge! and i find myself pinning then changing, pinning then changing on and on until i arrive at this
which is so completely different than anything i've done before. the choices of the little pieces Do represent certain things [her essence bowl, the pond of the frog nation and its eggs, the highest hilltop.......and then i searched to find the brass key hole] but just the same, the combination is very very different.
so..happenings. coming of their own accord.
which
counting down again. and having looked this extra time at these pieces of cloth on the wall, not finding any changes to make....at least i think so....decided to take it down and baste the central pieces down so that it can be put up on the wall and taken down to work on without all the pins. did i say this already?, last week when at the ReStore, the Habitat for Humanity resale store of all stuff imaginable in Albuquerque, i got a perfect door to set on the table in the Room. it's clean, new, unpainted, and best of all hollow, so light weight. if it turns out that i actually might want to EAT on the table, that can happen. so...the lighting, hence, color of these pics is not all that correct but here we are.
and again...need to say that it is Jude's lizard cloth at the top, the gift from her when i was struggling in the Patchwork Beasts workshop. it will remain at the top of this cloth that i am thinking of as the Cape of What's Next cloth.
and then, these are the side panels to this central piece. am thinking to keep them seperate to make it easier to work on. maybe.
today, two days in the middle, and then ~Friday~
what if i "decided" that my context as a person, as a human being, now is/could be?
buddhism and cloth
is this possible ? what exactly do i mean by this?
through the screen door
