Part I
When the habit is placed to one side informed hands start to move. Somewhere in the distance a vision appears yet the way to create it is not totally clear. This point in time is beyond the future and released of past. Stepping into feels like the toe entering into the 1st step of a hot spring, a tingle radiating up and through, pulsing, energy expressed out of vocal cords is AHHHH.
Part II
Bending shaping, wrapping the unconscious strips of torn muslin as one would wrap wounds to keep the vital life force inside. Winding, creating, legs, arms and wing buds. This knowing is trusting the process, shaping, stuffing and padding with cotton, grown from this Louisiana south land. A stick or seed some left in others removed. The space is a studio overlooking a lake, high as a bird house surrounded by water, trees and bird song each weaving a language into hands that wrap and create.
Part III
Did you know the “It” is never the ‘It”, that this awakening of the bird tribe will come for you when your not looking or talking about “It” As it is, the way with angels want to be born. Trusting these wrapped mummies, face-less, hand-less, feet-less and wing-less to inform the next action. The voice wants to talk, don’t listen for the secret needs to remain hidden. Hand’s and heart inform the next action. Clay made from volcanic ash and paper pulp, molded, shaped, faces spring forth and the animation and expression will be informed by the clay itself. Process is process, get out of the way and will it out of you.
Part IV
Sitting, wondering, how to build out the bud wings? What will this that has never been made, be make of?
Studio is never clean, always layers upon layers of scraps, pieces of thread, all a spiral of achicologocal treasures. Each reclaimed cloth holding the memories of the person who's spirit wore it. Tapping into wings using words written on fabric, messages given to me by the bird spirits to awaken the wings of flight. Sewing symbols of angelic flight, each wing invoking a prayer of remembering. Do you remember dreaming of flying? The kind of dream where you knew you could? Just flap your arms and slowly you would lift off. When did those dreams end? Is the knowing that you are born to fly coming back to be remembered now?
Part V
Can you feel your wings? It takes no effort to bring back this knowing, only trust. Dreaming while awake is how the creation is born, from the breath of what breaths you is the energy source. Do not stop to listen for you will surely loose your way. Even now as you read this one who listens is close by wanting to correct. Step back into the dream, open your heart, trust, flap, flap, flap and you will remember. You know how to fly.
When the habit is placed to one side informed hands start to move. Somewhere in the distance a vision appears yet the way to create it is not totally clear. This point in time is beyond the future and released of past. Stepping into feels like the toe entering into the 1st step of a hot spring, a tingle radiating up and through, pulsing, energy expressed out of vocal cords is AHHHH.
Part II
Bending shaping, wrapping the unconscious strips of torn muslin as one would wrap wounds to keep the vital life force inside. Winding, creating, legs, arms and wing buds. This knowing is trusting the process, shaping, stuffing and padding with cotton, grown from this Louisiana south land. A stick or seed some left in others removed. The space is a studio overlooking a lake, high as a bird house surrounded by water, trees and bird song each weaving a language into hands that wrap and create.
Part III
Did you know the “It” is never the ‘It”, that this awakening of the bird tribe will come for you when your not looking or talking about “It” As it is, the way with angels want to be born. Trusting these wrapped mummies, face-less, hand-less, feet-less and wing-less to inform the next action. The voice wants to talk, don’t listen for the secret needs to remain hidden. Hand’s and heart inform the next action. Clay made from volcanic ash and paper pulp, molded, shaped, faces spring forth and the animation and expression will be informed by the clay itself. Process is process, get out of the way and will it out of you.
Part IV
Sitting, wondering, how to build out the bud wings? What will this that has never been made, be make of?
Studio is never clean, always layers upon layers of scraps, pieces of thread, all a spiral of achicologocal treasures. Each reclaimed cloth holding the memories of the person who's spirit wore it. Tapping into wings using words written on fabric, messages given to me by the bird spirits to awaken the wings of flight. Sewing symbols of angelic flight, each wing invoking a prayer of remembering. Do you remember dreaming of flying? The kind of dream where you knew you could? Just flap your arms and slowly you would lift off. When did those dreams end? Is the knowing that you are born to fly coming back to be remembered now?
Part V
Can you feel your wings? It takes no effort to bring back this knowing, only trust. Dreaming while awake is how the creation is born, from the breath of what breaths you is the energy source. Do not stop to listen for you will surely loose your way. Even now as you read this one who listens is close by wanting to correct. Step back into the dream, open your heart, trust, flap, flap, flap and you will remember. You know how to fly.
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