Cloth as Container

18 Apr

This white cloth. This image. These different fabrics. ALL had a mind of their own–came together unexpectedly and knew when enough was enough. So here she is. Many things. I no longer know the cloth’s name and that, too, is just fine. Because it contains just SO much.

in light

And after working in the garden this morning, pulling over-wintered mulch aside to let the ground dry a bit, and to discourage the slug population, we opened the bottom of this gooseneck gourd. A gourd that comes from the southwest.navajo gourd

Every fall a church down the road gets in a huge shipment of pumpkins. I’m talking HUGE. Piles and piles of pumpkins and gourds that come in on a tractor trailer. The sight is overwhelming, hard to assimilate–fields and mounds of orange. Last year when we were picking out pumpkins for carving, I got into a conversation with the vendors. The pumpkins are shipped east, by the thousands. From the Navajo Reservation in NM. This gourd, too, was part of that shipment. I cannot say in words what this gourd represents for me. Something too deep to articulate. Another container. Holding cellular memories.

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The seeds will soak for a few days and then enter the ground here. Continuing on.

And finally. The first dandelion greens of spring.033

14 Responses to “Cloth as Container”

  1. saskia April 18, 2013 at 5:00 pm #

    beautiful piece, amazing how you’ve managed to create the female figure with just a few bits of fabric and stitches, very subtle. what a funny gourd, reminded me of a muddy swan

    • patricia April 18, 2013 at 5:07 pm #

      a muddy swan. poor thing well, yes, we’ve had a bit of rain and she’s been wallering!

  2. Anonymous April 18, 2013 at 5:03 pm #

    i have gourds here. have given away billions of these seeds. all sizes and shapes.
    used to draw on them. had i known, would have sent you BOXES. but then…BOXES
    would not have given the same feeling as your seeds. don’t they look like little sleeping
    bats?, the seeds????
    ok…so i am putting off, like a delicious anticipation, putting off saying what it felt like to
    click into the
    Cloth.
    o.
    o, the Cloth. could not in a million years be more perfect.
    i have to take a Very Deep Breath.
    and can i say that i have claimed it? well, i just did.
    When can she come here? OR
    i should ask…CAN she still come here? or do you need her there?
    hurry…answer

    • Anonymous April 18, 2013 at 5:05 pm #

      of course, it is me, grace, the anon above…WHY does that happen?

      • patricia April 18, 2013 at 5:09 pm #

        i would know it was you even w/o the name. so no worries. the cloth, maybe she’ll go in the mail today–tomorrow for certain. and i’m sooooooooooooooooooo glad she’s coming to you.

        • Anonymous April 18, 2013 at 5:18 pm #

          I am bursting with happiness. o eeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE
          and oh….oh La!
          when your work is in a museum of fine art, and there is a
          catalog made up for the exhibit, this will be listed as
          “in the Private Collection of……..ME!”
          oh just JOY!!!!!
          sometimes things just come along that could not be more
          Right in every single way imaginable. this is One.
          LOVE…..me grace again

    • patricia April 18, 2013 at 5:11 pm #

      sleeping bats. perfect. that’s just what the seeds look like. and every year i promise i’m going to raise more gourds because i love them, and then they don’t seem to have a place because of space–so this year they’re growing vertically. and i just can’t wait.

      • Anonymous April 18, 2013 at 5:28 pm #

        the vines will climb a tree
        grace

  3. julie April 18, 2013 at 6:27 pm #

    Grace really really hit the jackpot this time. It is so gorgeous, Patricia, I see moons and suns embracing, while Grace stands and watches.

    • patricia April 18, 2013 at 9:52 pm #

      i do believe this cloth has found the perfect home. and i am soooo glad that you like it too! have been hanging out at your blog–don’t know why i haven’t commented, remembering my own struggle with english ivy. argh.

  4. Mo Crow April 18, 2013 at 7:00 pm #

    oh this is all so perfect, I love this post it glows with the feisty springiness up there in the North Country. Hooray that Grace has this magic cloth of yours, it’s such a perfect fit and the beauty of that wild gourd and the greens! it’s autumn here… the letting go time.

    • Anonymous April 18, 2013 at 7:28 pm #

      it’s me, grace, replying to you Mo. part of this is due to your
      enthusiasm and encouraging support too…to see the work of our hands
      as a viable means of support for all aspects of our lives, and how they
      are not separate, as we are not separate. just one moving circle.
      so, thank YOU, too….

    • patricia April 18, 2013 at 9:54 pm #

      yes, perfect fit–and YES the wild gourd. it is big. and i’m so looking forward to its offspring. day can’t make up its mind–sunny, cloudy, hot, damp, bright, overcast. spring in the mountains for sure.

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