drop-spindle

my dream place:

cabin in the woods with a large studio room with all of the art supplies i could possibly need. looms of all sizes, spinning wheels, silk screen printing set up, extra large canvas', lots of light, fung shui, a place for all my yarn, fabric, beads, paints, pottery wheels, kilns, habitus, quiet, responsible living, ability to grow food and be uninterrupted by thwarted energy. but electricity? i need to learn to use an old fashion sewing machine..plants, colors, woodstove, trees. an apothecary. weaving plants and art. expression through connection.

woods woods woods. when you don't have it and you find it, its a dream revealed. when you've always had it and find your way back to it, you appreciate what you've been gifted and given..when you find it and lose it, you know you want it back again. it is the only thing that inspires, it preserveres through all cultural changes, you will find yourself stomping slowly back until one day you become a part of it again..

just got a drop spindle at the farmer's market last week and i'm in love with it. the magic of fibers grabbing hold and twisting together to create a form that can be woven into other forms..the beginnings of clothing. protection, expression, feelings, coverings. its just another step in the process. raw material to twine.. an ancient artistic (utilitarian?) tool. I feel as if i am connecting with a process and attention ancient..

http://danceswithwool.wordpress.com/2009/05/04/fiber-folklore-sun-moon-and-talia/ is a great blog that tells a lot of the history and folk myth of fiber arts..this entry including a story of which sleeping beauty was based.