Oct 25
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

My town is an old mill town with an anomalous women’s college, reborn as a yuppie/new age haven. There used to be big, imposing, graceful banks, as well as a hardware store and a grocery store on Main St. Now the banks have become galleries, and the old Five and Dime has been transformed into housewares, Tintin comics and french table linens. The hardware and grocery stores got moved out to the strip which fortunately isn’t too far because the town is still relatively small.

This used to be a bank, and is now the biggest gallery in town. The sphinx resides on top of the old night deposit box, well bolted down. Many people touch his nose as they go by, for luck or habit or something.

Oct 24
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

yesterday’s postcard, late because the computer got ANOTHER virus…

Oct 23
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

A nice piece of recursion. Advent calendar type little doors (lined with Glennis’s shibori from a while ago) that open to show…. more doors!

I am happy today, for no particular reason. I realized this is what happy felt like. Red Kate came with me to my Yolates class, led by Pam the magnificent, and that made me happy, to stretch and twist and strengthen. Then I went off to the old barn. The wind is blowing hard because a front is coming through, and leaves were whirling up off the trees and flying through the sky. That made me happy. I cleaned my four stalls and realized I had left the duffel with my boots and helmet at the new barn yesterday, so I rode the geezer bareback at the walk with a borrowed helmet. We went walking through the woods because there was a teenager and her horse who required more room than she had. The woods are still turning colors, though it is getting into yellows and tans and browns rather than the oranges and reds, but the old horse is the same color as a fox, and the same color as some of the leaves, and riding him and patting his neck and admiring the leaves and the wind made me happy.

Then I came home to finish a postcard. The one you see here. Which makes me feel silly but OK. Red Kate is here again, and we will go up to circus in Brattleboro, at the end of which I will feel like a limp dishcloth, but a happy one.

Oh – my theme for November is to come to grips with the color brown. I have to find and make postcards of, or from, things that I like that are brown.

Oct 22
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

One of my e-friends on Flickr mentioned that my door in the back of my imagination looked a good deal like the door she found in Greece on vacation. I asked her permission to make a postcard from it, and this is what it looks like.

Jackie – I owe you a postcard. Email me to pick one.

Oct 21
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

I don’t like this one, I don’t like my work right now, and I’m going to bed.

Oct 20
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I like the image of this one – shaking a house and having things fall out of it. If someone shook my house, mostly books would fall out, followed proportionally by fabric, art supplies (Alice’s and mine make up a pretty substantial collection) toys and robot building supplies. I suppose there is a certain volume of basics like food and chairs and towels and clothes and things.

I found this woman’s work slicing up books, which I find disturbing and compelling. Thinking about her work and this postcard made me imagine a flock of books shaken from their shelves, hanging in midair, leaves flapping like wings. Maybe I could hang a bunch of books from a tree in my backyard.

Following links from other peoples’ blogs, I was also led to this gentleman. His work is not for the squeamish, although it doesn’t approach Damien Hirst and his cadavers on display. It is more nightmarish than bloody.

I am thinking about skulls and skeletons for the October journal page, so I need to start sketching some bones so I have a clue.

Oct 19
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

And then I wondered if you could have a door into a cloud, or some other floating, bobbing entity, and how you’d get up there.

Oct 18 open
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

Days late, and still missing one for today, here is a postcard for Friday, shown with the door open. I was experimenting with patchy backgrounds again, because I had fun with them the last couple times I used them. I wanted to see how dark I could make the background. It isn’t black, but it is a fistful of my darkest fabrics.

In the New Adventures department, Al wanted something on a T-shirt, so I made it for him, and it looked so good, I put a bunch of them up for sale. Choose your shirt, the saying comes for free.

And that is how I wasted this rainy afternoon.

Oct 17
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

A patchy triangle background, a first attempt at triangle patterned quilting/noodling/repeats/fill patterns, and door with a warm and welcoming color inside.

I like the patchy backgrounds, and need to lay in some more of those. (I liked the patchy backgrounds when they were squares and rectangles too.) I had to color over it with a fabric crayon because it didn’t cover as neatly as the squares do, and some white interfacing was showing through. That helped pull the colors together as well, an unanticipated side effect. Triangle repeats are trickier than I thought. I need to spend some boring time with a pencil noodling around with them.