what i thought i wanted to say turns out to be not at all what i want to say and it's too LATE to let the saying flow of Its Own Accord
so. Just the pic for today. India Flint. recognizable anywhere. India Flint. bumped into this pic in the Archives. 13 years ago i was found by her work. Her magic. The incredible Beauty. Tomorrow, then.
TUESDAY...the tomorrow referred to above, and i was gone all day, came back with my head full of the world. So I want to just keep this here again. I can't quite "touch" what i want to.
One More Time WEDNESDAY. 13 years. Finding Spirit Cloth, Jude Hill and through her, India Flint. Finding OUTSIDE of me, things of my Self, familiars. In the case of Spirit Cloth, SEEing. India Flint, FEELing. and so...those 13 years. In looking to see where i am this year, what i find is the thing of Diorama which goes back to my childhood, to the creek, the Michigan woods. Diorama...not as other but as Self. and self not In, but self OF.
India Flint's books. Eco Colour Second Skin
there is no Spirit Cloth book. i wish there was. to hold in my hands, carry. not an image on a screen, but a page. paper.
