Tuesday, 30 June 2009
She could call up a storm with a single tread of her raven hair and draw down the rains with a petal...
I've so many ideas still flitting around my head; I gathered hundreds of superstitions for my degree, all handwritten and stored in an old index cabinet, and I discovered they mostly concern one of three things; love, death or the weather. I've worked with death; drowning sailors and lost souls... and so now begins a new project 13 tales of love and the weather... superstitions made tangible, a weather watcher weaving charms, embroidery and lace, rain on the roses and stormy skies, summer breezes and sheets on the lines; so many ideas so much work to do.
Today the clouds have rolled in and the sky is heavy with heat and rain, the roses tumble over walls and hedges spilling their colour over the green, the bats are back in the fireplaces and flit into the house and the bees wander in dazed from pollen and heat... Today I love crisp linen, cool against my skin. I love well worn books, the sound of laughter through the rooms and the smell of lemons. As always I can't stand disregard for others. Today the woman I want to be is grace, she doesn't doubt and finds all the time she needs... she always bakes cakes from those lemons, dusted off with sugar and summer roses and she always finds light in the rains...
Monday, 29 June 2009
You pick a place and thats where I'll be
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Oooooh Summer! It's been a long time since my last post; I've been so very busy, degree over, show opened and closed and I graduate on Wednesday; caps and gowns, paper and silk, strawberries and champagne... And yet at this ending place I feel completely lost, set adrift without a map, I'm hoping if I just keep working I'll form my own map, one woven from narratives, love and light... wish me luck!
Today my freckles have returned sprinkled across my face by the sun, my hair is turning red among the black in the summer light and my feet can no longer stand shoes... Today I love foxgloves and swallows high against a blue sky, I love the smell of honeysuckle in the early morning light and the cool cushion of grass under bare feet... As always I loathe falsity. Today the woman I want to be sleeps soundly, those angels on street corners no longer haunt her and she can pull beauty out of nothing but that late summer light...