An informal listing of work. Spiraling out from the 'piko'; I weave two quilts that exist as one. Two stories echo, compliment, or debate each other. They are in "syzygy"; forever yoked together. In the tradition of quilts I use thrift store finds, or fabrics gifted to me, or salvaged throw aways; I'm always on the cheap. I question what is considered ugly vs beautiful. And I hope to tease out a story of interest while teasing the eye.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Poem
Widening Circles
I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.
I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?
Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 2
Joanna Macy read this poem while being interviewed by Krista Tippett, On Being. She was profoundly awakened in Germany by Rilke.
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