clay, cloth, and (eventually) creative writing

oh my goodness. been stitching a lot with words lately - not just from desire, either. found myself stranded without thread, of all things. almost took some clothing apart yesterday in my withdrawal mania. but now, now i’m reunited with threads and ready to dive back into the world of stitching with/on cloth. been shopping [...]

“A pile of rocks ceases to be a rock when somebody contemplates it with the idea of a cathedral in mind.”
so says Antoine de Saint-Exupery

wherever granite stops on its way down hill is where it will remain. that’s what the guide told us as we toured the quarry in barre, vermont last summer, riding in [...]

yes, nature is providing salve for my soul of late, helping me bring order to the chaos. today was a travel day, and once arrived, phoebe and i went straightaway for a romp outside - she to bury some tasty morsels for future snack attacks and me to nap on a rock in the sun, [...]

have seen in the past few weeks that some people are like these grasses: soft and graceful when viewed from afar but get close and you find their razor-sharp edges.
today, though, it was time to leave the world of grasses and create a brand new world of my own clothimation:

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turning

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oh joy. oh bliss. oh rapture. today i leap back into the world of the positive as i share with you some Very Good News: in the past hour, i received an email from ebay notifying me that the star next to my name is now blue.
yes, indeed. you are reading this from the fingertips [...]

today i work on deconstruction, disassembling a piece that i am unhappy with without any idea what it will look like when i put it back together. as i work, pieces of another less tangible cloth also in process of being reworked become clear:

it’s important to have recent pictures of loved ones - regardless [...]

one day i’m gathering red clay for autoquiltography two, the next day i’m enduring a police search that spanned hours, days, eons. my daughter - my beautiful, talented, intelligent, messy daughter was missing.
someone slipped a date rape drug into her drink, and the next thing she knew it was around 2 a.m. she called us. [...]