the desert it will pries you open with a rusty can opener peel you back split flat bare exposed under the baking sun the whistling wind as soundtrack the red earth ... grounded at once to be filled with the enormous expanse of possibility capacity stretch emptiness that is not empty
The festival's title ‘Life
on the Edge’ invokes an image of a life lived apart, by choice, by birth heritage,
through need for wonder and need for wander, as a search for understanding of
the new world, or worlds within.
I propose to
construct the memory of such a life; a rudimentary camp, long since deserted, a
reminder of such a voyage to the ecotone.
Created by hand with tools of our forebears I
will use sapling and twine, cloth and stone, paper and text to pay homage to a
simple life of long ago, an observatory for experiencing the stars, the long shadows
and the journey internal.
somewhere between driving into the hospital and back every single day
it so summed up how i felt at that time
every view of the future
i thought i had
today i am thinking that another in that series would look quite different
it would be kinder
have more acceptance
focus on other things
and most of
show what i now know
I VALUE THE MOST IN THIS LIFE
life is not any more certain than then
whose is ?
thatz my feet in socks my mother knitted, while trying to capture images of cloth from above, added here for light relief oooo and my aunts dresser and stitched cloth
creating the website has also brought clarity
and i thank all those who commented
each comment brought reflection and an adjustment
creating a website has been a little like
looking in the mirror and checking that my insides are showing correctly on my outsides
it has also allowed me to think about what i have made and do make
it allowed me to recognise what the things i make mean to me
and to write this on the cloths page of my website
Of all the work i have made , the stitching i have always held on to. I still own every piece I have worked on. I suppose I have held it so closely for so many many hours, more hours than I could count. And it has watched the many many thoughts run across my mind. Many reflections. Many wonderings. Many wanderings. It has been my witness.
i am working on some new things for a combined exhibition next year
a metal piece
the cloth piece is actually featured on the home page of my website
there are hours and hours more time to spend with this
and i know the outcome is something i will treasure
How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising. How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken. How people come, from delight or the scars of damage, to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say "Look!" and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.