time becomes slightly elastic when i land in New Orleans.
i fly through the streets on my beloved bicycle, can't leave her alone for a moment though :: when i came out of the Bridge House after foraging for shirts i found her flirting with an almost more splendid velocipede. black feathers, no less. and fringy bits. bells, too.
i'm sure i heard her whimper as i rode her away from him.
i was in New Orleans to work on my preservation dye project at the Press Street Gardens, where i am a sort of de facto peripatetic artist-in-residence and discovered to my delight that Margee Green (the aptly named manager of growing things) has been growing coloured cotton.
blue and green, no less.
this cotton is softer than silk (though it comes tightly packed in hard sharp shells) and can be spun in the fingers to a lovely fine thread
the jars i set up last September are travelling well. i opened one to check and there were no nasty smells, everything behaving just as it ought. so i made nine or ten more and adorned the shelves of the glass house with them
while they were being sterilized in the big cauldron i found time to play on the tracks
possibly a little silly.
my friend let me bundle up a beautiful shiny new damask table runner. new in the sense it has never been used, though i am guessing it's some sixty years old at least.
it will be interesting to see if the preservation dye process manages to get colour into the cloth despite it never having been washed or scoured
i also had the joy of shooting for a new album cover with my friend John Fohl
(the link will take you to his last album from a couple of years back)...more about that when the next is released, fingers crossed my paws make the cut!
and then my friend Shelley kindly modelled for me.
the week in New Orleans went far too quickly.
after a day in the air i arrived back on the west coast
where the streets were littered with eucalyptus :: and where i kicked myself because i wasn't carrying a cauldron.
some of the eucalyptus was neatly piled in brown paper bags. i could have wept.
ah well. i hope someone else found it and used it
i spent my days here doing groundwork for the retreat in May (sold out, no drop outs, sorry)
and gathering materials together
wandering past the church of Saints Peter and Paul at a particularly ice-cream-cake moment
and taking time out for a glass of merlot at Caffe Trieste, so as to play with some paint swatch poetry. the trick is to choose a handful of colours at random, then write a line that corresponds to the romantic appellation of the shade. mostly nonsense but an amusing occupation between walking up and down the lovely hills of that fair city.
though when i reach the top of the Vallejo steps it occurred to me that losing the equivalent weight of this bag from my body would be a very fine idea indeed.
i'll let y'all know how that goes.