I began the break down of my temporary studio yesterday. Most of everything is back home sitting in the middle of my bedroom waiting to be sorted and put up. The days I have remaining I thought I'd read, do hand stitching, photography of older quilts, and some silk fusion. The fabric selections for the quilt I am refering to as "725" all got packed up. It was much too ambitious of a quilt to start in the time I have left.
Yesterday and today the weather was peaceful. I opened the windows of the studio and while hand stitching, listened to the variety of bird chirps and the rustle of leaves and grasses. It was incredibly relaxing. I'm not an up close with nature woman but enjoy it from a mid-way point of view which seems to be enough to widen my experiences from the daily to and fro' of, as Stevie Wonder sings, living in the city.
I sat and watched clouds slide across the sky and became almost hypnotized by the changes in colour and the movement and organic shapes. I read poems from Halala Madiba and even attempted to memorize one...its been so long since I've been able to do that. I journaled the making of the quilts in the 2 months I've been there...nothing too extensive, just enough to document the work and my emotions to help me remember the time spent. If I was organized as I'd like to be, I would make a journal for each quilt I make. Wouldn't that be a great thing to do and read 20-40 years later!
Tomorrow I'm off to the library to pick up some book selections for researching "water". One is by a Japanese (I believe) writer who submits that water cells hold memory, or at least that is what was explained to me by the person who recommended it. The writer's surname is Emoto...if you've read any of his work, please leave a comment and tell me what you think.