There’s a certain kind of day in early early spring–a day like today–when it’s absolutely IMPOSSIBLE to stay out of the dirt. The feeling is ancient, primordial. The need. To feel the cold soil. To smell the earth. To cradle seeds in the palm before sowing. I’m in a different planting zone now, here in NC, but I trust that instinct that arises and says NOW. Do this NOW. And so today mulch was pulled back and beet and spinach seeds entered the earth. And the snow peas are UP. Today. The beginning of another growing season.
And I’ve started a new piece. Wanting to use some of the fabric I dyed last summer and fall. Fabrics are mostly linen–except for the found cotton used on the birds–and dyes were from pomegranate/indigo/rust/black walnut–and I think that’s it. My record keeping is non-existent. I keep telling myself I’ll remember what I used, what I did–ha. Maybe this year I’ll write stuff down? So anyway. Today. Another beginning. No idea where it’s going but I’m calling it Primordial Soup.
I love it, Patricia, the cloth. Yes, it is time to “dig in the dirt.” I long for spring.
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what a treat to have you visiting here!
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Primordial—the word speaks its meaning—plan to keep in my mind for as long as I can…and the cloth speaks too
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primordial–love getting that second syllable out! it seems to go on and on and on.
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Patricia this cloth already says so very much! The colors…the crows…it’s wonderful.
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i think it may sit for a day, a bit, a while? but i’m listening to it, ready to move when it leads the way.
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oh this is a very inviting portal into the the space in between love the reveal through the veiling
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love what that brings up–“the space in between”–and it has me thinking about parallel universes. hmmmmmm.
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love this piece and looking forward to seeing where it goes – will it join what-if?
i used to keep records of my cloth dyeing too …… gave up as i knew i would never do the same thing twice whether or not i knew how to do it …. the surprise element is more important
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ooops, i didn’t mean to be anonymous
stickyfingers
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