I finally fell asleep for a few moments or maybe a few hours, and was jolted awake by these thoughts. This morning I found them written in my dream journal:
holding space for loss
JenMarie made my dream journal.
It is one of my most sacred objects.
Plus I like to stick my face in it and breath in the leather deep.
Lack of sleep becomes sacred
like an alter objectholding space for loss
JenMarie made my dream journal.
It is one of my most sacred objects.
Plus I like to stick my face in it and breath in the leather deep.
this post was inspired by Travis's "If" post
ReplyDeleteKristen, that smell of leather is what stays with me after the Handmade/Homemade exhibit of 2010 (http://handhomemade.wordpress.com/). When I received Fact-Simile's work, among all else, I almost cried. Part of this emotional response was the smell of leather. This makes the second Texas evocation of the recent You Were Here run. Bo and my grandmother. Fact-Simile and the leather Texas. My dreams were so intense last night. The sea fairy had been present 7" strung. A gorgeous scifi film and the mermaid's presence.
ReplyDeleteOr, in short, yes. It just comes.
gorgeous journal!
ReplyDeleteK, I love that this journal became your dream journal and that you stick your face in it to smell the leather. I am jealous of all of you who can still smell leather (after working in a leather studio all day, my olfactory considers it "old hat"). Also, I know exactly what you mean. xo
ReplyDeleteD, I am so grateful FS got to be part of H/H and that it is also part of leather Texas. xo