I love how things become. transform. morph. right before our eyes, if we're looking. if not, it happens anyway and at some point down the road, we notice. or not.....
My visit with Rene is still having it's effect. I'm thinking she is like a mordant? ... < interesting thought > and, she is very much a mirror.
I can't tell it all here, just some, which makes these days now open out into the Next. which i've said the Diaries Cloth is....the cloth of Next. and without explanation or qualification, I can Tell this: from an almost incidental moment in our two day conversation:
Our lives feel to us as if having been seperate "movies". Segmented. that we were certain selves in each, transforming, morphing (there's that word again) as the "episode" required. and now, each of us is in the "next". We are at different points in a human life time~line. I think she's probably twenty some years younger than i, so has many more episodes to go? and I imagine fewer for my self, or even that this is my final form?
and THEN, some events and brief conversations, co~incidental, in the subsequent days, about entirely seperate things, have Presented a really great realization: That all those episodes, those movies, those periods of time and life are
Complete.
in and of themselves. That i need not "refer" to any of them to inform each day as it comes now. it can all be NEW in a certain way. ~!!!!!!~
a few weeks ago i found this blouse at the Thrift Shop
i really love it. it "talks" to me. and i think about the upcoming Contemporary Boro class of Jude's. clothing. personal adornment. Personal Adornment. and i am realizing something. that i really have less an urge to adorn my self than see how cloth adorns my space. Said a different way, to just SEE cloth. as an Equal almost "life form" that i share space WITH?
here, the curtain wears the blouse.
and now, the futon.
This post might not make a lot of sense, but remember, this blog is primarily a Cloth Journal. where i document the story of my growing relationship with cloth. So, it's ok.
