imperfections

while playing around with ideas to help this rusty sun's whispers to take form, i came across this old batik that i did while teaching at a local fabric shop. it was buried deep in my great, great uncle's steam trunk. forgotten for its perceived imperfections. colors that bled when washed. attributes which conscribed it to the depth of this oubliette. but now, under the oxidized rays of this primordial sun, the imperfections transmute. become strengths. time now to begin tearing. stitching. digging for more fragments. but, most of all, to listen intently for the whispers and the story hiding therein...

this appears to be my current preoccupation, so expect updates and new pictures in the next couple of days.

namaste'

rusty sunshine where once there were none

eighty hour work weeks do not leave a tremendous amount of time for creativity. i shall have to remedy that. in the meantime, however, i have been unbundling my hothouse rust dye bundles and discovering all manner of unexpected treasures! more photos to come, but first i wanted to share what i've been doing with one of them in those few precious moments here and there when i can sit down by the fire and needle chant a bit instead of sleep...

nevermind the sun in the sky, which hasn't put an appearance in for several days now, this little rusty fellow seems to bring a warmth all his own!

looks like piper is laying claim to this warm little sun before anyone else gets a chance!

a few suns that i've found inspiring today can be found here (3rd pic down), here, and here.

namaste'