the moon boat

Posted: August 14, 2015 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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moon-boata tiny moon boat stitched together with antique vellum, passionfruit vine tendril, emu feather, turquoise and howlite beads
moonboat-wish

Comments
  1. Carol says:

    Exquisite, Mo, so, so beautiful!

  2. deemallon says:

    agree — the word is exquisite. will there be a little tiny paddler? the ladders are so organic, they almost look like they’re about to crawl away.

  3. Eliene says:

    I’ve seen your moonboat in different forms Mo but this is just the most gorgeous ….love it.

  4. Christina says:

    Beautiful. A ladder to the moon and your boat….Moves my awareness into an expansive space, beyond limitations, into the dreamtime, into the healing time….into silver and golden moons…into shifts and changes, brushed gently by Mystery. Thank you for the journey. Powerful art that opens minds and hearts.

  5. fiona says:

    Ohhhh my……

  6. Liz says:

    I got chills upon seeing this … true goosebumps in the middle of Texas summer! That’s what I would call a visceral response … the body’s recognition of something true and fine

  7. ravenandsparrow says:

    Do you often dream of the moon? The crescent shape of moon and boat could carry you far away. Does it also bring you back?

    • Mo Crow says:

      the moon has been the constant all my life
      here’s one of my favourite poems

      The Cat and The Moon

      The cat went here and there 

      And the moon spun round like a top, 

      And the nearest kin of the moon, 

      The creeping cat, looked up. 

      Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, 

      For, wander and wail as he would, 

      The pure cold light in the sky 

      Troubled his animal blood.

      Minnaloushe runs in the grass
      
Lifting his delicate feet. 

      Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
      
When two close kindred meet, 

      What better than call a dance? 

      Maybe the moon may learn, 

      Tired of that courtly fashion, 

      A new dance turn. 

      Minnaloushe creeps through the grass 

      From moonlit place to place, 

      The sacred moon overhead 

      Has taken a new phase.
      
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils 

      Will pass from change to change, 

      And that from round to crescent,
      
From crescent to round they range? 

      Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
      
Alone, important and wise,
      
And lifts to the changing moon 

      His changing eyes.

      — William Butler Yeats

  8. Julie Banks says:

    Love this, Mo- your creation is a wonderful escape from reality at the moment!

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