This is about the maker's life. The teacher's path. The stitching and dyeing and printing of the craft of art cloth and art quilt. The stumbling around and the soaring, the way the words and the pictures come together. Poetry on the page and in the piecing of bright scraps together. The inner work and the outer journeys to and from. Practicalities and flights of fancy and fearful grandeur, trivial pursuits and tactile amusements.
It's also about this particular place and time --in my life -- and in the life of this studio space as it and we become the next thing on the list. The view from this studio space on this Texas Hill Country ridge is awe-inspiring and ever-changing. Blink and the light shifts, but the seven hills that stretch out on the near horizon are as old as, well, the hills. What you see below foot -- crushed caliche, jagged limestone, shaped and sharp, smooth and honeycombed, dusty and chalky -- is what makes the contours, the rounded nubs and gentle peaks. The limestone shapes the hills beneath their green cloak of cedar - ash juniper - that stretches as far as the eye reaches. And, despite this present aparition, the rock was once alive, once the skeletons of sea creatures, the living reef.
So this is about nature and art and people as we come together in communion on this patch of old reef, a ridgeline about 20 minutes drive from any named place on a map, although the post office address is Pipe Creek.
Expect this chronicle to be as changing as the rock.