Wednesday 5 May 2010

revise your life



whenever i'm stuck somewhwere with potentially idle hands
who taught me how to twine string
this piece is obviously luridly dyed with some synthetic colorant
and
when dampened the cloth smelt like petrol
but
at least it kept me occupied
whilst waiting in the raindropped dark
thinking about life
and what's important
compared to what isn't
string holds it all together

7 comments:

  1. I wish you had sweet grass - that would twine up, smell sweet and comfort you.

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  2. i had a rainbow for you, india, but it vanished last night...but i think keeping your hands busy is vital.

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  3. thinking of you dear India...

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  4. I too need keep a firm hand on the tiller and remember what's important. Thanks for your kind words.

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  5. thinking of you and your mother...

    seebreeze strokes

    yvette

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  6. And gives us something to hold on to. The roses will be blooming here soon....

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  7. brown paper packages....

    before the world of sticky tape


    and plastic..

    whenthings like string and brown paper has smells all of ther own

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