nope

 

going all out.

me. son. how i get in presence of son.
dorky
oh well

here i am

 

or
me, as George Burns
revealing the truth
with my spawn, daughter, granddaughter

it's August. you might be required to suffer through
but...come september, it will be ok again.

it's the cicadas

eyes

 

i have looked at this for years.
i want to do something similar
patchworked/woven/something
it's about eyes
and how things
feel

don't worry

 

this won't go on forever. had moved mirror in case of Wind and
watering late eve, there it was...and the subject of Beasts is
eyes
here, one of my summer "uniforms", it's eyes that need boro

self portrait

 

in my tomatoes.

what if

 

maybe i have a habit of looking for ... uhhhhh...conclusions, resolution, even, a [single] truth, and
this is something that's gone on since childhood, or maybe even birth, or maybe even before...
and maybe it's that this
"peculiar instrument"
is allowing me to see something different....
What if i can just look at stuff
without any need whatsoever to explain it or make it stand to reason.....
and show it to my selves
and to who ever else has an interest in looking at stuff....?

why?

 

i surprise my self at what i put here sometimes. asking self why. what was/is the point,. but soon enough,
i find out. and am learning to trust that initial urge, not censor it.

the original thought of this blog was to be a record for me of the experience of Jude's workshops, of learning
to make story cloth. words at the core of that were: weaving selves together. and so it is.

in the next to the last lesson this morning is a video about Ragged Applique and toward the end she says
this: "As with all things, experience will allow you to choose what works best for you. If pieces fall off
or degrade over time, it is just an opportunity for mending and learning and those things are just as
fulfilling as making."