I don’t really have any thing much to say but I need to record the changes happening in cloth. And the changes which may be lurking on the horizon. This one now named. “Three Graces.” A cloth to be gifted soon. It’s been silent for quite a few weeks. Then several days ago it spoke up and here’s where we are. Subtle changes. Stitches in black. A defined horizon. Stars. Birds. Nearing completion.
and Earth Guardian. Also taking its time. Topo lines added. A forever reminder of a beautiful morning hike to waterfalls. Consulting a map. Determining altitude. Distance. But really, the genesis of this cloth was concern for water–and came forth from the nuclear spills in Japan. The impact that it will have on the oceans–on water and critters–two leggeds, four leggeds and fin-beings. And there seemed to be a huge disconnect when I stood in front of a 150′ waterfall, hypnotized by the constant sheets of cascading water. How could two things–this waterfall and the Fujiyama Nuclear Plant coexist in a sane world? And I had to clarify for myself the meaning of “sane.”
There’s some thing about the abstract-ness of these cloth fragments that has me wondering. Can abstractness be a story in itself? I think one of the first lines in the Tao Te Ching says something like “the name that can be named is not the eternal name.” And that helps. Because often I have the need to create–to express–and many times the “thing” wanting expression cannot be said in words, cannot be sketched, cannot even be rendered in cloth. Can only be felt. Sensed by self. And in some very strange way, these little scraps of hand-dyed fabrics seems to satisfy that need.