a final comfort that is small,
but not cold:
the heart is the only broken
instrument that works.
- t.e. kalem
this little bit of boro has been pieced together to house my rendition of a movement occurring over in jude hill's advanced boro workshop. a movement of participants creating heart cloths to flutter in the wind this month in honor of valentine's day. there have been many beautiful hearts created and photographed. videoed. i have been dragging my feet. most of these hearts have been woven. or woven into. or onto. but having so many other woven cloths in progress, i wanted to forge ahead and do something a little differently. boro. boro nouvelle. boro différents. boro moderne.
this is what i have come up with. a bit of modern boro with a bit of embellishing embroidery. i have a little pile of fragments that may also find their way onto this tall cloth. as well as some threads that are whispering quietly in the background. longing to play their part. but i think the next visitor to show its face will be the heart. my heart. perhaps broken one too many times, but still bearing wings. wings that are a little ragged and timeworn. but wings nonetheless.
sometimes i wish i were still a little boy. skinned knees and broken bones are easier to mend than broken hearts. but jude's whispers of broken glass over on spirit cloth has reminded me that sometimes relationships are better left broken than hurting yourself trying to piece them back together. i keep forgetting that this ache is old and has been let go of a thousand times. somewhere deep inside there must be a part of myself still holding on to the shards. bleeding fingers unwilling to let go of what was. what could have been. no matter i have let go of it in mind. long ago. perhaps it is because we are much like boro ourselves. covered in patches and tattered fragments. the hole is still there. deep inside. covered. patched. renewed. masked. mended. but it is still there. a part of us. mended, yes. but still there. together it all makes us who we are at this moment.