With the last scraps of Haze Kilim triangle detritus picked off the carpet and the dogs, I am flying back with outstretched arms to Cloth Without Rules.
I find myself returning again and again to Saskia's story cloths that also tell stories in words. Especially after I saw Patricia
undergo the same experience: creating a story cloth that also spun
words. Probably because they are the furthest thing from sewing triangles together, those two projects floated around me in my first free day in the studio. I started to imagine MY cloth that could write...and what it
would say. I put on the soundtrack to Dances With Wolves (music that was written for me, not Kevin Costner in a loincloth). I hit the "Buffalo Hunt" track, turned the volume to its maximum and then my hands reached for the old indigo Shot Cotton that fell into my life when I cleaned Liza's drawers. I hit replay again...and again...
...and here's what came
There's a girl in grey and red and a mane/tail made from Glennis's Shibori Ribbons lying in wait.