Saturday, November 18, 2017

Work in progress

We built this fire pit early on in our tenure ...


and named the immediate vicinity ...


But then came drought in 2011 and with it our realization that the fire pit was ill-advised. So we turned to other projects and the Rocky Road filled with King Ranch bluestem ...


KR bluestem is a non-native grass. Better than nothing, it does hold the soil, but is shallow-rooted and crowds out more desirable native grasses. So this week Don decided to start pulling the KR out and I joined the party ...


exposing and then moving loose rocks around the zexmenias ...


little bluestem ...


milkweed ...


side oats gramma ...


and best of all, yellow Indian grass ...


just in time to let the good seeds fall on newly disturbed ground ...


Golden.


Thursday, November 16, 2017

Getting back to "The Land ... "

Working on the pennant for Mo's project put The Land as the Crow Flies on a back burner, as you can see from the date ...

Now that I'm back to it, trees are beginning to crop up ...



And the cloth has been trimmed down ...


to fit within the space where it will eventually reside ...


The plan, for now at least, is to leave it hanging except when I am actively working on it. We'll see how that goes.

I also popped off a couple of simple projects to get back up to speed. Jeans mended with vintage cloth from Glennis Dolce ...


along with a little darning on the side ...


And a patched shell woven with Deb Lacativa's dyed floss ...


requested by G for his birthday ...


bringing back memories of Jude Hill's Considering Weave class in 2014 when I first met many of the Kindred Spirits who reside in the right sidebar. 

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Letting go of a dream

I think it's done ...


although I'm hard pressed to say which is the back and which is the front ...


Either way, it has gathered Texas sun and wind into its being whilst holding words from Old Man Crow, Terry Tempest Williams, Wendell Berry, John Lennon, Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Dee Mallon, Marti in New Mexico, and Mo herself ...


along with cloth and threads dyed by Ulrike Bogdan (Nemo Ignorat), Hazel Monte (Handstories), Deb Lacativa (More Whiffs, Glimmers & Left Oeuvres), Dee Mallon (Pattern and Outrage), Glennis Dolce (Shibori Girl), and my own hand ...


Then it made one last visit to Austin ...


where I told G the story of the cloth and the gifts to and from Mo ...


For Mo sent me a gift beyond measure: The Key Book, written about as she made it:
and now seen here in Texas on the cover of The Illustrated Lyrics of Old Man Crow ...


together with a woven shell from the Outer Banks of North Carolina one last time ...


The pennon called Mo's Dream is now ready to whirl away ...



Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Getting to the heart of the matter

The pennon for Mo's dream looked promising laid out on the floor ...


but once stitched and hung, a gap appeared below the moon ...


So, two more cloth shreds needed, but what words to use?

Recalling that I first met Mo during Jude Hill's online Considering Weave, I decided to use "a torn and tattered heart" from a piece worked during that class


and wanting to use some of the indigo cloth Dee Mallon sent
I asked her permission to quote "whole worlds live in some of these scraps" from this post


I think Dee's words will prove to be prophetic.