there is life held within materials
and in the art made from them
Astonishment. Poetry.
That there is life held within materials.
She died on Saturday and I miss her.
a friend for two dozen years,
she taught me how to love
Tuesday, November 07, 2017
commonplace holiness
there is life held within materials
and in the art made from them
Astonishment. Poetry.
That there is life held within materials.
She died on Saturday and I miss her.
a friend for two dozen years,
she taught me how to love
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love hangs on the line.
((((())))) across the ether
I am so sorry for your loss, a beautiful quilt, hanging on to memories
Friend, I am sorry to hear of your loss. Memories of her are stored in your heart. There is life in cloth: it started out as a plant - a life. Waiting to be harvested for greater things. Blessings.
I finished putting this two sided cloth together for Connie and me.
For my memory and for my healing. I had been working on it for weeks.
I refer to Penone's idea about life being held within materials because it seems to me that the life force of my friend remains in these handkerchiefs that she gifted to me.
Domestic objects are full of life.
Stains and worn places, hand stitched edges and initials. We carry and keep some items in our daily life for so long that they receive some of our life.
You know how clothing scraps in a quilt always make us point them out and remember mother's apron or the dress we wore for first day of school.
life and death
the two together
and continuously
xo
love this beautiful honouring of your friendship
one-ness. never separate.
You honour her and remember her in taking her gift to you such a level that allows her never to be forgotten.
Your art moves me ... please know that I am very sorry for the loss of what was a special friendship.
How wonderful to have had such a friend! And your memorial to her is so beautiful.
beautiful memory, beautiful red stitching.
I don’t think there can be a higher commendation than “she taught me how to love.” I am enamored with the idea of how we transfer our life into objects, and how by gifting them we give part of ourselves to others. Artists who work from the heart understand this deeply. Luckily, the more we give of ourselves, the more we have to give. We do not have to worry about “running out” of ourselves.
What a gift your friendship was to each other.
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