Monday, March 29, 2010

Patty and I were paying with the fiber. I was trying to get a sense of fiber against fiber. How was the tone and texture outside? Had I chosen the right material. Should I try to procure some more next time I went south to the city?
During this exploration I remembered the beautiful photographs of the Native American bodies that were laid to rest, wrapped in cloth and placed up in the branches of beautiful oak like trees. It was a communion of death and nature that had made a big impression on me.
I did not know then how soon death would bring me her own stories. I did not know then that soon I would be offering up my own warrior to the next life.

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