it seems to me that the process of natural fabric dyeing is a real sensual one.
it's an active process with multiple steps which take time and patience for results and transformation. i think it's something like baking bread from scratch the way you handle materials; the way your hands get doughy or wet and blue; the way you leave it and come back, leave it and come back.
in other ways it reminds me of dancing till you're sweaty and your troubles are forgotten.
or can i mention sex? there are comparisons to be made. messy and risky.
i'm writing this on the fly. after several nights of vivid dreams chock full of symbolism and metaphor. i'm tired. i'm reviewing these dreams in my mind. i'm reading into things.
but i can't escape the feeling that i'm standing on the edge of something. a messy bed or a big vat of blue.
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6 comments:
great imagery! can't wait to see what blue does to you!
oh, i hope you are liane. precipices are so scary, but exhilarating.
I really like it when you get all esoteric. Love the photos.
i hope you find your "something"and i'm sure it will be amazing. oh, and these photos are fabulous.
Except I learned last weekend while in Charleston that indigo was processed in horse urine. Which is much less sexy.
Wow, this is the coloring process
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