souvenirs

the dresses have been made & dyed & we’ve been led to this place.  

i’m craving a sentiment that i can’t quite put my finger on.  it’s a certain mood that erases the boundaries of time.  who knows when the buildings started to crumble, the spirits left, or the roots took back their territory?  who inhabited this space before?  it’s not that i don’t have expectations, but it would be impossible to predict how today will unfold.  no doubt, there will be many offerings of place & light, but it is up to me to capture the right ones. i must wait patiently for the light.  i hope that the sunlight at the end of the day will reveal our colors of the earth … they are barely there, echoes of plants & earth.  perhaps they drew us there.

where do ruffles come from?

they are a sentiment

almost always made from simple, pure fabrics,

wavy shapes cut on the bias

laid down on curvy lines

colored & laundered & softened &

left in the sun

stitched by curiosity & not intention

by hand & by machine

there is an aesthetic that guides what they become

they start to look right when they’re a little tattered & maybe even dusty &

have become companions with the earth 
~they unlock a way in the world, 

a nostalgic view of things to come

marked with light and remembered.