I decided it was time to pay homage
to all the fabric I have wrecked over the years
in the name of exploring my medium.
A scrap of cotton nearly rusted away
but looks like a shaman perhaps.
One of my brother's napkins he used
to take to school.
Who the heck has to take their own napkins to school?
Anyhooo.... this one ended up wrapped around a rock
in my stream for three months.
....Also remembering the full moon.
Dyed with iris leaves
dyed with bark and plaited for the tracks we made up the valley
for doctor appointments.
Very fine silk nearly eaten away lying in the stream
and wrapped around a can.
Lovely linen blouse left in the mud for three months.
Sunday's piece was steamed with leaves in the slow cooker.
It's been a glorious week to be outside.