i feel like driving into town and buying ingredients for White Russians: vodka, cream, kahlua. instead, i'll post these pics.
this is the ghost, or spirit butterfly, after the design on my Tshirt. which wasn't a butterfly but made me think of how it could be. it doesn't look like much here and took me forever but i like the idea of it. actually, i like It. it depicts what i had in mind.
and here it is in this whole "room".....which remains a mystery to me. i arranged and rearranged without any real changes. i almost took off the moon. it feels stark. but then, stark feels right. the two long strips at the bottom....WHY? i wonder. but, they too remain.
and this. Again, why? no answer.
and here is the lightning and toad eggs for Marti to see. has afternoon Sun on it. i did a lot of really little stitching on the "circle", which in my mind, is "the way It really is".
i don't know how Georgia and my Nepali friend got up at the top. they were supposed to the the last pic. but everytime i came over here to see what was going on at the MotherShip, there they were, watching me, having thoughts.
