annisquam-sky

annisquam-sky, originally uploaded by dee at clothcompany.

A day out of town so needed so beautiful so many things to look at. The dog hair will wait another day.

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side-by-side

After pinning my class work to the curtain last night (Cloth to Cloth with Jude Hill) – - something I do to view work-in-progress especially to get some distance but also to view it while not ‘really’ thinking about it — I got up to read and bathe. This was 2 a.m. The house was quiet. Finally. Video warfare below the floorboards where C’s computer is, can go pretty late on weekends. D. and friend had settled down.  Teens at the schoolyard had left or were quietly doing something besides loud conversation.

Street lights shown through the curtains as well as through my little piece, especially illuminating the thin silky fabric. The curtain made another grid. (I LOVE this, when the work makes you see your life with a whole new eye).

I could not capture the moment with pixels — not even a little.

And so, I photographed what I could…

And took some pictures (top) this morning.

Below is a driveway shot taken this morning.

Made mine bigger than the demonstrated piece which meant I had to do some additional basting for the thing to hold together.  But I wanted enough rows to be able to slice different patterns from the same fabrics and see how the repetitions played off of each other.  (watched a bio on PBS about Andy Warhol on Friday and can say — here’s his influence AGAIN.  He would have made a great quilter.)

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Transitions

Transitions challenge us.

From boat house to land, the path wobbles, especially if you run.

The places where elements meet — as in skylines, shores — present mystery.  Where is the beauty in arriving home from vacation?  Returning to an office after 15 years away?  A friend’s father dies today.

Day bleeds into night, the sill between is decorated with rust-colored and ruined objects.  A lost opportunity is what I saw this morning, watching the Iman in his white cap and a pastor dressed in a bloated defiance.  Speaking to reporters, but not so much to each other.  I would have liked palms to have met in fellowship.  Isn’t that what good Christians do?

The eve of anniversaries.

She stood against the night sky and painted with a glow stick – her pink heart captured by pixels, visible after the fact.

Intention, light, creativity, and witnessing — not a bad combination for a world rife with conflict.  I offer this heart of youth and of goodness to all of us on the eve of September 11.

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