there's this quote
that found me this week.
about spirituality. but
but i say, it's about creativity, too.
it's about the thing
that wakes you up (past the murky-sludgy stage if you're like me)
and get out the stuff and make that thought.
word made flesh.
thought made materiality.
maybe the language of spirit isn't far from the language of making.
Authentic spirituality is revolutionary. It does not legitimate the world, it breaks the world; it does not console the world, it shatters it. And it does not render the self content, it renders it undone.
so, I've been working on several things this while,
~ the madder dyeing
~ a couple botanical contact prints for my indigo shifu
~ tending a new small garden at the new place
~ finishing the cleanup and label of ALL the fiber
~ finding yarns for my new pipe loom
~ sorting cloth for Zone 4,
my own work,
and my fall papermaking class at SLU
~ i'm going to Vancouver to Maiwa to take the
five day dye workshop.
i want to have a more methodological dye experience,
to have a deeper understanding of the basics and then more,
something i never had,
except with chemical dyes.
in the mid 70's.
this week's red daylily flowers
prompted the first quarter sheet contact prints in quite a long time.
i got out my camera
(after realizing that my little red one has some lens damage)
and took a few photos of the garden
after i removed it.
the working metal
and the newly dyed papers
being rinsedand then drying.
and just achieved more weirdness
there was a lot of green.
here the four are in blotters, under weighsand dried, they look more like this
the exhaust dyebaths from my 35 year old madder
yielded some lovely pastels
on linen cloths
and on silk
this is the rest of the madder
and then the oranges
and then the cloths
and finally the above bits.
i mordanted with alum and cream of tarter
and here are different fibers
both cellulose and protein
the big skein on the left is a darker rose.
how do real photographers get their colors right???
If you see some wonky spacing here,
blogger seems to be struggling lately and sending up weirdness each time i post.sigh.
of course today, monday,
i have errands-a broken vacuum
-my right rear tire picked up a 1.5 " finishing nail
and had embedded it.
yes, my second set of new tires this year
and the same spot, though different tire as the one that had
three nails simultaneously in it last year.
and it's the one that had been replaced because of that.
apparently i ride on back roads in the country
where people haul around their waste
i'd not been walking at the farm much (my place) because of
and being Home.
and there it was--or wasn't.
the structure I'd laughed at and called barnhenge or woodhenge,
and so did this little one,
gone before it hatched
the most beautiful of blues.
except for all the other blues.
reading about color and how we respond to it, and what moves me,
i read about ochres, i add them to pulp, i paint with them,
i read about madder,
five new plants will go into the garden soon.
i read about the properties of dyes and pigments and lakes
and find i know so little.
but still i get extremely excited about it all.
two writers online have been exploring madder's properties
as dye and as ink.
(are you reading these two?)
(hint: Sally and Tim)
i recently ordered a new copy of Hiroko's book,
a second edition which includes more treasure.
i ordered it from Washi Arts
Linda Marshall's wonderful online store.
Linda carries Japanese Paper Place products for US customers
and she is a delight to do business with.
(and to know--she was in my Seattle North Country Shifu class last summer)
i got these little somethings in my package:
such beautiful wee samples to touch and use up happily.
here's the sample sheet of the kozo Hiroko favors,
added in right before the title page
and in the 2018 edition:
these samples of kami-ito,
one natural, one dyed
a special thank you to my PBI student James Spyker
who told me about the new edition
which included these kami-ito samples!
a soft rain happened sometime today after noon,
after some morning gardening and then mowing my lawn
one of the most dreadful jobs I have
isn't quite so awful anymore.
anyway, off my porch i saw this little one
unafraid in the beginning rain
munching grass in my porch perennial garden.
this baby needs to be watchful and wary
(there is a narsty disheveled old he-cat who ambles by every now and then)
but little cottontail was quite calm so close to human me.
yesterday i saw a doe with two beautiful fawns, in, of course,
the middle of the road.
i had no time to get the camera, watch the three on the hilltop, and watch for traffic.
a dangerous place to be pulled over.
so you will have to imagine them
in their cinnamon and white spotted legginess,
mamma all legs and exquisite ears herself.
on the road,
on a hilltop,
the north woods holding them in close
disappearing into the green at the beep of my horn.