Well I missed it by 13 minutes, but I did want to acknowledge Bloomsday (June 16) in honor of James Joyce's beloved character Leopold Bloom. I'm sure pints were consumed and passages were read all over Dublin and lots of other places in the world today.
I was up at 5:00 and down to the little sand pocket beach on Penobscot Bay by 6:30. There I made a mandala spiral on the sand and collected bitty colorful snail shells in colors of saffron, amber and charcoal. These are the same shells I collected as a ten year girl scampering over granite rocks on foggy Maine mornings among the seaweed in Casco Bay. Like the expansion of time in Joyce's story of Leopold Bloom in Ulysses, time seemed to move backward for me today as every sense - touch, smell, sight - was filled with the embodiment of what it was to be that child again. This week has been such a gift. Warping the loom has created a time warp. I feel myself moving both forward into new relationships among like minded people and much desired skills - and yet backwards to state of innocence and newness. It felt good to reflect on the week and spend some time alone. It brought me back to a feeling of balance.
Today I spent two hours in the Fabrication Lab making circular cut canvases to paint on, which had me completely excited to be in the studio again. Then the entire class drove out to Stonington to the Marlinspike Chandlery to watch Tim Whitten twine rope and show off his fancy rope braiding and knotting. I bought a beautiful old spool of cotton twill and a knotted bag which everyone is using as a model for their netting skills.
Tomorrow is Saturday and I can start weaving - Yeah! I played dominoes tonight and won the whole shebang. Who knew? Probably just beginners luck.
I was up at 5:00 and down to the little sand pocket beach on Penobscot Bay by 6:30. There I made a mandala spiral on the sand and collected bitty colorful snail shells in colors of saffron, amber and charcoal. These are the same shells I collected as a ten year girl scampering over granite rocks on foggy Maine mornings among the seaweed in Casco Bay. Like the expansion of time in Joyce's story of Leopold Bloom in Ulysses, time seemed to move backward for me today as every sense - touch, smell, sight - was filled with the embodiment of what it was to be that child again. This week has been such a gift. Warping the loom has created a time warp. I feel myself moving both forward into new relationships among like minded people and much desired skills - and yet backwards to state of innocence and newness. It felt good to reflect on the week and spend some time alone. It brought me back to a feeling of balance.
Today I spent two hours in the Fabrication Lab making circular cut canvases to paint on, which had me completely excited to be in the studio again. Then the entire class drove out to Stonington to the Marlinspike Chandlery to watch Tim Whitten twine rope and show off his fancy rope braiding and knotting. I bought a beautiful old spool of cotton twill and a knotted bag which everyone is using as a model for their netting skills.
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Tomorrow is Saturday and I can start weaving - Yeah! I played dominoes tonight and won the whole shebang. Who knew? Probably just beginners luck.
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