gratitude and paper

thank you all for your kind wishes for hannah and tyler.
they are feeling a bit better, a bit less shell shocked.
which makes my heart beat more easily.
after the first evening walk in ages
 i gathered up some black eyed susan petals,
from my backporchpatch
 and set them to soak
(maybe for ink)
 in paper doings 
my student todd brought me this lovely gampi/cattail paper
(an apple for the teacher, he smiled)
it's delicious, 
much more subtle than the photo shows.
 todd's gampi supports two little flax with lokta stitch sheets i took along to maiwa
 here they are with some indigo dyed hand spun hemp 
 and then some walnut dunked earth pigmented sheets
on a walnut/flax/stitched sheet
there seems to be no end to the possibilities
of which i've just scratched the surface.
 and then this came
oh, my.
if you've ever thought of making your own ink
you should check out this book
 a touch of color on the corners entices you to open
 an illustration from the book: 
buckthorn ink
a green earth pigment dunked in black walnut
 and then an ochre, likewise dunked
 and the backside of this indigo dunked flax and lokta
 a wee bit of hemp basket in making
 one of my flax samplers 
(there are a few of these...
 nice back, don't you think?
contact printed acrhes text wove.
 my class worked with drew matott and johnny lafalse
while i was at maiwa
drew overexposed
 my students learning and pulp painting
 how to form a sheet, 
back left is johnny
 each bucket a different pulp, 
mostly from knitted cotton shirts
 and almost black and blue pulps, 
and a brand new sheet.
i came back and we all have to slow down now
and make really good sheets 
after repulping half of their first abaca sheets
they are really, really attentive.


the phrase i woke up thinking of this morning
was this:
"it's not enough to physik a jay bird"
something my folks used to say.
they had many lovely mountain sayings that i've mostly forgotten.
i found several of the tiny things that were in the soil of this pot

shells, pebbles
knocked onto the porch one day.
and on another day i also found this one's
been in the poor old hibiscus.
my jaybird must be looking for a physik.
as i continue making paper from what's been given me,
small batches that keep me happy
and prompt book ideas,
from rag:
white-cotton/linen shirt
lavender-patagonia hemp skirt
green-cotton off cuts in many green tones from st armand 
and an accordion booklet beginning here is now complete.
flax paper
tow linen threads (20)
a few tiny greasy yellow beads
 how many times (at least 10) do i have to rinse
black walnut dyed cotton woven tape
before i can let it dry?

 and here it is on a lokta shifu square
 on the walk hunting season has begun
which makes me pay attention.
 this large doe isn't too worried. yet.
milkweed pods are splitting
after the first hard frost this week.
 red maples dance
but autumn color is late and subdued
in this strange long warm autumn.
the ticks became active after the frost.

the traffic on my walk 
 expells exhaust that doesn't make me choke.
 i need to get 
my milkweed harvest stripped and cooked
this is last years harvest
perfect for a mouse or a bird's nest.
that big bag of stalks that's waiting needs my attention
before it's so retted that 
only the birds will use it
though that is a noble use.
on this walk i was happily reminded to get to that chore soon.