A fabric cuff I made last year.
I have decided I would like to make another one but, not just now.
and this….I had forgotten about this one.
I remembered when I saw this piece of fabric my intention was to sew it somewhere on the quilt
in a hidden place, perhaps the underside…?
I want to remember what each level of angel represents.
This goes with the piece I recently showed you called, Phylum of Angels.
I wrote this with a permanent marker,(sharpie), not
concerning myself with making it perfect in any way.
The wording kind of blurred but, that gives it character.
This is a beautiful picture on the cover of Windhorse Woman, by Lynn Andrews.
(I would tell you who painted it but, I have already returned the book to the library.)
2/6/10 update: A kind reader gave me the name of the artist: Susan Sedden Boulet.
I finished reading this book today, and I have to say there was a part in the book that
made me want to cry, but, it was still a really good book. I can say I learned some things.
A poem from this book:
By Elizabeth Herron
take these things —
this dress meant for cocktails
I want to be as adorned as
the seed of an avocado,
when you try to hold it.
No Good to anyone really.
Not that my dancing
days are gone,
but I shall dance in my own way,
whatever that means–
an old blanket,
something woven by women, that shawl
the one Susan made.
Or I shall wear beads and feathers
I have found and strung, strange
Spider Woman’s lace,
this turquoise turtle
from the pueblo
that reminds me
how slow, oh so slowly,
I grow toward my own life.