self

 today is what i would call an excellent day, the sun is shining, it has a freshness only autumn brings, there are many colours still and walking outdoors is delightful, the dog loves autumn, so that too is a big plus in my book; he enjoys being out there and then coming back indoors to the woodburner and snoring away an afternoon, we share many hours together, i'm busy and he's fast asleep near my feet or awake watching me, oftentimes he's guarding the garden and barking at passers-by, warning me and them

forever I associate these blue-prints with the sea and therefore with Denmark as that is where I was as a child in summertime, or so it seems; memory is funny and arbitrary; it doesn't matter..this is how the story telling works and why for me the cloth becomes meaningful in ways no one else would see; I do hope others see their own story, of course

squares stamped with the walnut dye

clamp resist (well that was the intention) in the dye resulting from the water used for soaking the acorns (the shelled acorns I used for making flour), the soaking extracts the tannins, to which was added a rusty tin can which stood in the pot for appr. a week, the acorn-iron-dye turns fabric mauve! now that is an exciting result; the darker bit was a pre-dyed bit, cannot remember what it was in before

the organized chaos on the work bench

note the print of Jude's post the other day with her quote: 'Art might simply be the awareness of how we might create self. That we do. What happens, and then, what we do about it. The story. And the expression of that.'

what we do

 an expression of self: a small cloth over-dyed with the acorn-iron-dye with coins clamped, what a result a landscape with the moon's journey across the skies

hiding behind what I do