Took a couple of days near the cooling beach with Phil and Trev to get away from the daily doings. Shore leave as it is sometimes called…
Brought this along. Maybe it is a traveling cloth, even if only a mind traveler. Stitching on it again with the surf pounding in front of me, I wonder about our connection to water. A morning shoreline fisherman pulls up a silvery fish. I imagine he is fishing for moons and stars.
The indigo seed is born of water, nourished by water, dissolved in water. The silk thread I am stitching with is connected to that water as well. The mulberry leaf received its water in the form of rain, the cocoon, the sericin softened and reeled with the aid of water.
The early fisherman carries his silvery catch away as others arrive, and we move on. Here is a memory from another trip this way. moons, tides, memories
The Houston show is on the horizon ahead of me. I am working towards that. In addition, there is a two day workshop at the JANM. There are other things too. Too much really. People who want last minute orders will wait until I return. What can you do? I stopped posting on social media for a week. Just needed a break from it. FB and all its crazy politics with the election is disruptive. I guess the most I will say about all that is go and vote. Be prepared to take responsibility for what and who you vote for. The show in Houston is the weekend pre-ceeding the election. Always a difficult and uncertain time for people. I plan to make my booth as beautiful and peaceful as possible. Come. Hang out. Get inspired. Working with your hands is good. Booth 1921.
they will practice on paper and go away with the instruction sheet.
Our hot spell has subsided now and both myself and perhaps the apricot tree are feeling a little less crazy. I could not work well outside during those days. Hence all the mandala folding and other workshop kit making after sunset.