so, yes. it's the cloth. its touch, in hand, ....the texture, weave, weight, density or non, and color. pattern. or non. a pile of it here, next to me, less than a foot away from my left arm, atop that basket of stuff, on the bench at this Table. All it has to do is BE here. it's almost enough. but then, i thought all day......, what happens. Sewing. Sewing. what a simple word that everyone knows. needle and thread. i'm thinking about sewing.
all this coming about from continuing to be Surprised by the satisfaction i am feeling from making these simple spiral/squares. I never dreamed it possible. I thought that making "pictures" with cloth collaged cloth was the only way, and to find the same Pleasure, the same Love can come from these.....????? And the common element is Sewing.
but then...i glanced up at that collage on the wall. torn paper. a ground for it. glue.
and drawing. the pencil the quality of its lead...hard/soft the paper, it's tooth or non
and the common denominator of all is the hand and the hand is me. Something In me gets to come Out of me, show itsSelf to me and show me how it Feels when i hold it up to the world in which i am living, as part of that world?????
or what
