i spent earth day collecting red clay from spots of earth where i grew up. the house my mom and dad built where i spent my baby days – the H can still be seen in the chimney. red dirt from the land where my doting grandparent’s house once stood. red clay from the yard of the house that sheltered me during my teenage years. (also took 2 irises – with current owner’s permission, of course – to my mother, the one who planted them oh so many years ago.) red clay from the first house hubbie and i designed and built and in which we raised our tiny tots and watched them take their first steps of independence as they walked from home to yea yea and car car’s house. red dirt from the approximate area where my uncle gene was killed in a freak accident just a few years before i was born. (eugene ~ me, jeanne.)
and so it begins: autoquiltography two, the next ten years.
wow! this idea is great gathering earth from all those places…from the places you are grounded to. It made me miss California…the san joaquin valley..can’t quite get as grounded to the midwest..maybe it’s the chiggers…thank you for helping the memories come back…home sweet home.
You know reading this post I had the largest sense of satisfaction as if I had been there myself. Plus you were so right yesterday about learning rules in order to break them. As creatively as possible and never the same way twice. I didn’t really need to clarify that part – did I.
i like how this memory series involves a color.
Ok, although the idea is a real good one, the photo leaves a lot to be desired. My 1st thought was: Who got sick?! LOL ….
Don’t do this to me! LOL
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