stitching down the very small fragments, slow. Very slow. And reminding self that nothing here is for sure yet. Just Looking.
a slip of the mouse in Picasa. Interesting.
While working, i listened to the most recent interview at On Being...with Ann Hamilton. It's wonderFULL and rich with so so much, i listened twice and i will listen again. and could have written down a zillion things, but i did write how she refers to Time as a process, as a material. how do you let things take the time they actually need.
in and Out, the afternoon which comes so soon and very suddenly becomes evening, i looked and pulled things around, thinking something, but not really being able to see what the something was/is
so...like this. Maybe i will see what this feels like? What it might mean? Pulling stuff around, changing it, i was thinking about it coming into American Holiday season, Thanksgiving, first and of course there are thoughts about one's family of origin and i thought about my mother, how every single phone conversation included two questions. Did you go to church this Sunday? Why aren't you Here? For years. And i thought ok, i'll make an installation here, that is just in front of the Raft, that would Include the Raft and also that chair to the left that holds the Mirror and how maybe it can be some kind of church. Like a Church for Crows? It can take all winter. it can take the time it needs. I think so.
