Eclipse of the Moon (go with the flow)

The Eclipse of the Moon was visible but didn’t take any decent photos, just stitching away on the
River of Moons (go with the flow)

added three more stars to the first moon and started backing the river with indigo dyed silk velvet from
Jacinta of Spiral Dyed

the silk velvet is giving the river more body and flow

thread beads and x’s hold the cloths together

The March Full Moon needed some old rotted silk to soften the surface

the last three moons edged and laddered

I started this cloth back in August last year when my best friend Julie passed away from brain cancer, she visited in a dream on the weekend which was so good, very affirming, she taught me how to make Tiffany lampshades for pin money when we were young hippies in Nimbin in 1976.  I will finish it on the anniversary of her passing, am not sure what it is… thought it was going to be an accordion book, then thought it could be a section of stream for sale remembered from Richard Brautigan’s “Trout Fishing in America”

“Stacked over against the wall were the waterfalls. There were about a dozen of them, ranging from a drop of a few feet to a drop of ten or fifteen feet.
There was one waterfall that was over sixty feet long. There were tags on the pieces of the big falls describing the correct order for putting the falls back together again.
The waterfalls all had price tags on them. They were more expensive than the stream. The waterfalls were selling for $19.00 a foot.
I went into another room where there were piles of sweet-smelling lumber, glowing a soft yellow from a different color skylight above the lumber. In the shadows of the edge of the room under the sloping roof of the building were many sinks and urinals covered with dust, and there was also another waterfall about seventeen feet long, lying there in two lengths and already beginning to gather dust.
I had seen all I wanted of the waterfalls, and now I was very curious about the trout stream, so I followed the salesman’s directions and ended up outside the building.
O I had never in my life seen anything like that trout stream. It was stacked in piles of various lengths: ten, fifteen, twenty feet, etc. There was one pile of hundred-foot lengths. There was also a box of scraps. The scraps were in odd sizes, ranging from six inches to a couple of feet. 
There was a loudspeaker on the side of the building and soft music was coming out. It was a cloudy day and seagulls were circling high overhead.”

(The wonder of this 21st C world, no longer do we have to rely on memory, we can read it again in the blink of an eye! )
Anywho, all these decisions about what this cloth is and where it will go are for when it’s all said and done… for now I’m loving backing it in the silk velvet, it feels so delicious that maybe it’s just for me to share with the close friends who knew Julie well to hold in memory and evoke the good times! How indulgent is that?

with gratitude to the indigo queens, Glennis Shibori Girl, Ulrike Bogdan and Jude Hill