flung headlong

in preparation for class here at Long Ridge Farm
i wander into the woods
the path a soft depression in the landscape
invites velvet paws



i have the feeling of being watched
not uncomfortable
more the sense of shared space

sitting on a rock i close my eyes
and it's then that the sweet fragrance of the maples
takes me to another time

forty-two years ago
nearly to the day
i first played in woods like these
not so far from here
fondly imagining i could disappear between the trees

the memory tsunami is almost too much
as is the place itself
so beautiful it hurts



later
walking back to the farmhouse
i find a brier* patch
berries sweet and dark
sorry bears
i ate them

and it put me in mind of a favourite story
about someone who'd been born and bred in a brier patch

despite distractions
a few leaves found their ways
into my pockets



* purists may challenge my spelling but this i how i read it first
all those years ago...

proof

a coat went down to the ocean
covering a body that was busy dipping a dress
in the left coast brine
before taking it further east
to play with it some more

the body was accompanied by her favourite photographer
otherwise
the only record of the day
would be in a slide-show for one in her head
or
a few prints on the beach
and
they don't usually last

i love r u s t

Richard Serra's exquisitely patinated sculpture at Stanford University

touching was forbidden

but

this work was simply begging to be caressed

[we didn't, but you could see where the structure had magnetically attracted passing shoulders]

not quite zero-waste cutting experiments

a few months ago when my lovely friend
Marion Gorr went to China
she kindly thought of me while at a market

and on her return
sent me a delicious piece of soft white cashmere
about 2.0 x 1.4 metres
give or take a whisker

i thought about it for a long time
and pondered how best to use it

this week i finally
laid it out on the kitchen floor [after gently sweeping aside some cats]
braved the cutting
and reduced the cloth to essentially three large pieces
that fit together like  a puzzle

the bits that were cut away became
pockets
and
collar

here's what i had leftover
with a coin to show the scale
i don't think much was wasted

i sewed the big bits together with my overlocker
seams on the outside
so the inside would be really comfy

i used my favourite 35% cotton 65% silk thread
in the weight that Marion has had put on cones
in response to me asking
so that when i bundled the coat

and boiled it
the stitching would blend in
with the rest

i think it worked

thank you Marion...

ikigai

today i felt a bit like this

a bit weird
but
better than feeling like this

so i went into the studio
and played for a while

there were quite a few others
but
rather than put up a squillion images
what i really wanted to mention
was that my friend Trace
told me to go here
and i did

all day since then i've been thinking about the idea of ikigai
[the reason for getting up in the morning]

so then i was looking for more information
about that splendid concept
and found this article which isn't exactly about that at all
but most entertaining

the big yin....and the bigger yang

attempting to clear a path through the studio
while gathering bits and pieces
destined for the suitcase in readiness
for thursday's off-wandering

i discovered a piece of cloth
made as a class sample
in Aotearoa
possibly 2008? i disremember.

anyhoos, from the front it had been decidedly overworked
and
was pretty much uniformly brown
but
it has a bright side

on the other hand

i saw my horror-scope

in the Weekend Australian

i think what it is suggesting

is that staying in bed until the end

of

September

would be a better idea

than inflicting myself on the whirled

we'll see what counsel

thursday morning brings...

just for the record

each week i get at least 2 emails from people who want to come and stay with me and "help in the studio"

i'm sure they mean well, but my studio is quite messy and a little erratic and the rare occasions i'm home all i want to do is be alone and think and play and sew and brew cauldrons and draw
and make noises on the saxophone
and stand quite still
practicing my tarasana pose

so
i'm afraid i've been writing these sorts of letters....[warning to the kind-hearted, i do sound a bit mean]

..."touched as I am by your youthful enthusiasm, the sad reality of the matter is this. I am rarely, if ever, home for more than three weeks at any time and when I am at home...it is my sanctuary where I work ridiculous and slightly erratic hours, very much as a lone wolf. 

Also I live in a most impractical location; the nearest village is an hour away on foot [ie you would need a car or bicycle] and is not on public transport routes [well, there is a bus but it's once a day in the afternoon and only goes to a shopping mall in the north of the Adelaide metropolitan area] nor is there any short-term rental accommodation other than a rather unpleasant hotel. my house is lived in by more than just me and we do not offer  homestays other than to really close friends 

So while I thank you for your interesting proposal, my answer is no, I do not [ever] take apprentices or interns or workers-for-free. I do however teach workshops at many locations around the world where you would be most welcome to sign up if you were interested in learning sustainable dye techniques"... 

in the moment

i've been out filling my pockets
and savouring some special places
near where i live

because quite soon
i'll be back here

possibly the last of the mohicans

i finished a commission yesterday
by which i mean
that i finally opened the bundle
and hung it to dry

i loved making it
and so it took twice as long as it should have
as i played with a needle on the surface
this is not a practical way to earn a living

so
this may well be the last of the dress commissions
that i accept

the trouble with being Sagittarian 
is that we don't like to be fenced in
and working to notes
is very much a form of fencing in
on the other hand we get excited by possibilities
and are overly optimistic

but i'm still grateful to the person who placed their trust in me
and asked me to make a dress
it's not at all their fault that i spent twice as much time on it
as i expected to
and that i followed a running stitch
and couldn't stop