Listen to the road

Thursday, September 30, 2021

Player piano

 The players 

 I'm working on this long project (long story and long fabric).
I grew up in the 50s and 60s. I had a horrible childhood with
many things torturing all of my family members. I mean, it was almost comic.

I don't want to tell the story literally because who the heck wants
to hear. I survived and am here to tell the story. Lately I want to put
it all behind me and forgive. Sewing on this I'm feeling my heart open
and anger softening a little. They've all died now so I need to get this done.

The tentative title is Player Piano. Each week new notches were punched
in our lives. This turned into a ribbon of habit that played itself without me
doing a thing- just providing the forward motion.

At the end I'll see what's left. Maybe the grace of forgiving.
There's so much more to do on this. 

Monday, September 13, 2021

Bettter. Maybe too light still. May dry darker. 

The question


This began with a lithograph of the Sphinx. Her gaze is so strong that it looked like the answer to something.I didn't know where it was going so began without any intention. She grew on me like a
Great Mother. Framing it was a hot job of ironing. I'd dropped that technique but used it again here.

This summer has been empty of making for me. My body and mind were tired from
everything so I walked and got stronger and cleaned and rearranged my making room
and tried to stay cool. I gave myself a break from expecting anything to get born.

I'm liking tis so much. It feels like I felt making it. I may paint a light wash over the white of 
the linen but that's all. Maybe sew a light frame around it. If I still have any readers here
What do you think about the light?