Witness

This one hangs on the inside of the studio/cellar door. It’s done? I am beginning to look around (from the side of my mind) with a view toward 2018. 

It’s very cold here. Temps are supposed to drop into the teens tonight. If you are subject to this icy air sweeping down from the arctic — stay warm!


I include a couple of pictures of cypress knees from South Carolina because of how much they resemble the figure in the top quilt’s foreground — hooded and slightly bent, like a monastic order of the swamps. 

16 thoughts on “Witness”

  1. Marti

    On a trip to New Orleans, we stopped at a visitors center in Lafayette, swamp area where a white alligator resided. Eerie place filled with ghostly currents and mystery, a greenish tinge to the air and as I looked over the swamp area, I noticed a cypress knee but had no idea that’s what it was. Took a photo and when we got back home to Texas, I looked at the photo and it whispered what it was…Swamp Buddha.

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    1. deemallon

      Thanks, Debbie. At certain times of day the algae in the water picks up the light and makes stripes like a rainbow. It was cool.

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  2. RainSluice

    witnesses, we are.
    still waters sure do run deep. I like the name “Cypress knees”. somewhat like an iceberg – only seeing the knees of drowned bodies. your photos (which I love) give me a fear in their still silence. a listening. Also love the fabrics with script; eerie witnesses hiding full messages as well.

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