![]() Ophelia holding the Ophelia doll (by American Girl). She can’t decide if he knows his dick is winking at her. He walks by and by and by, as if he is lost, his diagonal shadow moving over her. About a half-inch of his penis is sticking out the bottom of his swim trunks. She reads, “I saw the world divided into people who had slept with somebody and people who hadn’t, and this seemed the only really significant difference between one person and another,” and then there he is again. She loves the book but is distracted by a man walking by, humming. Nan remembers that “ph” sometimes sounds like “f.” The name forms in her mouth. The air shifts and so do Ophelia and the crow. A group of school kids wearing dark green uniforms stomps in. Weather vane, weather vane, the weather is vain.Ī door slams. The placard states that the weathervane is made of copper, but it looks green to her. “Only babies put everything in their mouths,” her mother says. Nan wipes her shriveled fingers on the back of her skirt. Sometimes her mother will tell her how words are pronounced and sometimes she just sighs and says something snarky about the state of elementary education. ![]() Nan’s mother is leaning against a pillar. Nan tries to sound out the name on the placard, but she can’t remember what to do about the digraph. South-by-southwest at thirty-two miles per hour, northerly winds about five miles per hour. She does not think she would like to be made of metal.Įvery morning the meteorologist on TV makes note of the wind, as if it’s an essential fact. Nanrecently learned that people-she and her mother and everyone here-are made mostly of water, which is soft, except when it freezes. Why would you make a sculpture of someone you didn’t like? There is something terrible about that crow, Nan thinks, and the girl. They taste of the pebbles surrounding the gingko tree outside the museum where she played while her mother finished her cigarette. Nan, age seven, sits on the floor in front of the weathervane. Note: please keep all naturally dyed textile away from direct exposure to sunlight to prevent premature fading & degrading of fabric.Gift of Mr. clean, minimalist solid oak frame has two keyholes in the back & slips into a pocket in the back of the textile art making hanging a breeze & is included with your purchase. ![]() the reverse side is solid organic cotton muslin. Into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filledĪll ‘modscape’ textile art series are made from naturally hand dyed european linens. In which I have goodness, and discernment,Īnd they call again, “It’s simple,” they say, “ I would almost say that they save me, and daily. : aspen moon - observing young aspen trees with their coin like leaves dancing with the fresh mountain breeze is some kind of wonderful… this beautiful poem by mary oliver came to mind all the while i was making this piece:Įspecially the willows and the honey locust,Įqually the beech, the oaks and the pines, my aim is to create a sense of peace, calm & contemplative reflection through the work i do both for myself as the maker and you as the viewer. roslie’s ModScape series - ‘aspen moon’Įach one-of-a-kind ModScape textile art is conceived as a visual experience of a natural landscape found wandering the earth, memorized in the mind’s eye or by photograph & re-created in a minimalist, modern abstract fashion onto a textile art form combining my love of natural places, natural dyeing, textiles, modern design & art.
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