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While I Can Still See

What is it you would like to see?

anatomy of a bird and others

This morning is truly a new day. You know how sometimes we wish for something to change? Las night I listened to Salman Rushdie his newest Quichotte: A Novel on audible. There is a portion which speaks to me about wishing on stars. I usually wish for something that exists in my real moment. For years, I saved wish bones from turkeys, then placed them over all the door jams in my home. Now I know why. It takes a long time to tell a story, sometimes even light years.
Now, I know it is time.
Living on top of this mountain in West Virginia is totally true. I have worked by myself which is the measure as to what I accomplish upon the mountain.
I was stuck by being ashamed. Now I am ashamed because I WAS stuck.
Mostly, I alternate.

Fate is a coincidence or a mistake, maybe?

The thought of infinity drove “A Beautiful Mind” into a place we might be, hm hm, if our selves were all we had : unique.

In Ohio is The Dairy Barn, Center for the arts. I am eligible to enter. I live in West Virginia. This is the first time for my state not being excluded in which I can be included because my work is not classifiable. I ask myself, what would Leonardo do? I broke all of my turkey wish bones last night.

It is always now.

Let's Get Together

copyright Bobbie Casey 2018

I guess I need to spell Gooney/Goony Bird whatever way I choose. Yoda said, "Do or do not, there is no try." 
so Goony is what it is.
This piece was created by me a while back. Before that, it did not exist.
The best reason I can think of to do any creative endeavor is to see it be.
Maker movements are everywhere, now. It is a great idea to get together to share the enthusiasm one has for something with other human makers. This is not something a robot might do any time soon.
There is a coffee place near where I live that is so cool I imagine it would be a wonderful place to congregate to talk with creative individuals.
To create in a vacuum is something good for seeing sub-atomic particles but not so good for human beings.
Let us do this?    

Pinterest and Goony Bird

See below

I found one of my art pieces on Pinterest just a few moments, ago. I am happy/not so much. It seems to me this could happen often. So, just like everything, it is all out there, one way or another.
This is a reminder to myself not to stress so much that it shuts me down, again.
I still wonder what is it? This world we have created is instant. If you know this like I know this what is there to do?
I philosophically consider the world on my front porch. I ponder.
Accept or not accept is like "Do or Do not, there is no try" Yoda said so.
It is not what it is, it is something else, I am trying to name this.
I do not know. Do you?

Found This on Pinterest

With Wings Clipped - Goony Bird #2

A Snap of Her
She didn't know if she wanted
Bird on a Wire
or
Have her Wings Clipped

She has been, for sure, my constant companion in all spare time available. Sitting in a waiting room somewhere, I had a stack of yellow post-it notes in my bag calling to me to do something constructive. Naturally, I took the call literally and began to fold, as in origami. A perfect square, hmmm. now what can I do with that? Well, that was the beginning point of this piece. I wanted to fold a curved piece and so it went. The body of this bird is a square of fabric thread painting to dignify the folds. It is lined with hand died red silk. If you recall a while back I became re-interested in tassels from researching textiles from the silk road. I have been making these using contemporary fibers and beads, etc. It is interesting to try combinations of yarn and thread to see if I can come up with something I have not seen before. One thing is for sure, I set up nothing but difficult puzzles to solve. My dad was an engineer and he engineered EVERYTHING in our lives. I learned from him to solve problems this way. 

I dye and make felted objects and fabric now and then and dye my own fabrics with indigo and other dyes. Shibori is my favorite technique to use in the dyeing. I also love to smash flowers onto silk.

Magnolia Yarn  drapes over her.
See the tail shaped by folding?

So, I can say that I have  many items in my stash to inspire an idea I may have.

These birds are a design nightmare, sometimes. I have to figure out how to put the pieces together and how to make legs, for instance. I spend time wandering the isles at the local hardware store and you would be surprised at the things I find useful.

Tassels for Headress
Silk adornments for the neckline

Fiber Paining printed on organdy
pleated for a comb

Knitted Habu leggings.

I hope this post finds all of you well, I am enjoying the NO SNOW days this year. I try to post now and then but lately, I am just working and care-taking wonder.

Eyes Closed

This series, "What I see with my eyes closed," might be like Borges short stories but in the form of pictures. Travel is the adventure, yes, living it in your dreams is quite a surprise when you start working allowing it to become a 2D image in light pixels.
It is like Forrest Gump realizing life is like a box of chocolates, you just do not know what you will get.
Whales, water, ships with sails, beach walking, finding yourself rolling out of bed onto the floor, Ambien is the culprit, I blame it. There is no sea in my bedroom.
Objects become real, sea horses, sea urchins, muscles hairy and black, toothpaste going back into the tube, lemonade flying like a pissy colored snowstorm, walking on water to reach the other side of the river made of perfectly raked pebbles, wabi-sabi messiness is perfectly alright, now you know for sure it is not real. Or maybe it is more real. Surreal is what I think it really is, depending upon what the meaning of that word is, is.

Instead of drinking or sniffing something lethal, I take the Beatles thought of letting it be. But, I do really suffer from insomnia. Deep thinking is what someone said I do. Deep feeling is more like the truth.
This is how I got to this point, my parents did not teach me what the Buddha said, "That all life is sorrowful." Gosh, I thought it was like riding a teacup, you turn that center wheel so fast and hard that you throw-up. You throw-up on your parents. They yank you out of there then take you home to take a nap and then the fun begins, again.
At night you say that prayer, again, if I should die before I wake; so you lay there and are afraid to close your eyes because you die. 

Now I Lay Me Down
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When I was a child I would lay in my bed and worry that I might die. My mother taught us the prayer:

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord 

my soul to keep

If I should die

Before I wake

I pray the lord

my soul to take

I have no idea who wrote this. Just Google IT, you say? I will get lost in a tangent. . .Anyways, now I understand what this means. My mother has been in hospice care off and on for the past two years. She recovers both her mind and her strength, periodically. It is truly amazing. Where she is is allowing no visitors. period.

I feel sad, a lot. I have some issues of my own. It seems that I must believe that what happens is part of God's plan, whatever you call Him? The moment we are born we begin that process of dying, I have been told. I hope for my mom that whenever that may be, which no one knows, it be in her sleep peaceful and content of having lived a life worth living. I appreciate experiences more each day. Things just tether us down. It is the quality of being present in your life that is where the answer is simply. May the force be with you!

http://channel.louisiana.dk/video/siri-hustvedt-person-apart

http://channel.louisiana.dk/video/siri-hustvedt-person-apartA must watch after what crossed Elizabeth Warren last night reading King's letter.

Booking It

This Egg Does Not Know if it is or is it?

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The Book, those books, the books with little bookmarks or inscriptions, or notes in the margins, these/that fill my days with intellect and understanding, or trying to make sense of nonsense.
Google is my very best friend. Now, Siri believes she is Laurie Andersen? She wants to listen to me, no matter what I say. I would love to see the DATA which Amazon collects about my habits. I think they have no badges to give to my particular ways.
My 4th grade teacher sent a note to my Mom, it said, "Bobbie is a very intelligent child, (ha ha) but, she is consistently inconsistent." That is very hard to live up to, this idea that was plastered on my forehead. I must say, I am more interesting the days when I have no plan. What I think is that I follow wherever my heart leads. I think the word for that is tangents? But, I always lose my way. Back when I used to smoke I dropped cigarettes, no smoked cigarettes, like Hansel and Gretel did with breadcrumbs. I still couldn't find the right way home.
Mr. Moore who used to live near me, but he died, told me you can not ever go home. WHAT?
I sat on a fallen Oak tree, listening very carefully to him, that day? I am really a snail. He just couldn't see that through his gold rimmed glasses.
My library lives in many places. I feel sorrowful when I think of Alexandria and what the Nazi's did to books. Burning books and bra's will get you nowhere with me. I can think for myself, Thank you very much! I love the New York Times, especially the book reviews. I can turn things off and on like TV's, if I feel it is not worth time. But, Please President Trump, do not censor what I can or can not think because I might hear some fake news. I love tweets from the birds my honey feeds.
Elif Shafak is an author and a speaker from Turkey. She writes fiction which I enjoy reading. I have learned a lot about other cultures this way.
My hope for everyone is to live by the "Golden Rule," so that we can live in peace and respect for each and every person who crosses our path.

Bobbie Casey

Bobbie CaseyI like going in 3D circles. Spirals is what they really are, I think.

Energy Perception

Where Continents Collide

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Pausing to ponder the power in all we see, makes me considerably content to not be God, by whatever name you give the force, no matter how big or small you feel you are, this thought has an energy. I often think I could know absolutely, if only I were small enough, or large enough.

I think of faith. I believe what I perceive. I told someone a story, once. She claimed it as her own. I think it matters. If I share something what exactly does that mean? Share?

I saw a sea urchin, purple, I saw a starfish, it was not in the sky, I saw a pretty yellow sea shell, it was broken. I put these in my pocket to carry home. My acute sense of smell is what gave it away. I saw the look in those pretty blue eyes, he knew, as I knew. He could smell, too. I perceived it was not a very good idea to lie. But, I just wanted to share. So I tried my best to get away with what I had done. Now I am left with just a memory. Pretty blue eyes are still pretty to me even if they are angry. I know they exist even if it is just some sort of electrical charge in my gray matter, They are real. I perceive.

What Occurs

Bending Over Backwards
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My really good friend Joyce Bishop is the hostess I talked about yesterday. We have such a wonderful time trying to solve the problems of our little historic town. She is one person among us who does so much even when she does not feel well. I am thankful for my pleasure. I can not forget her prayer for grace. I learned this as a little child: "God is Great, God is Good, Let us thank Him, for our food." How great was that?

My family loves to watch Blue Bloods. The best part for me is when they gather every single Sunday after the return from Mass. They all have problems like we all do. Almost every type of character is relate-able to each of us. The respect and honor they show one another is inspirational. I contemplate our world today. Kindness and the golden rule would be something to make a difference with practice.

Danger consumes our thoughts, if we let it. 

Joyce does Yoga almost every single day. I walk on my treadmill and listen to yet another TED talk or some such thing. I face the window to see nature even if it is snowy or raining. I watch the birds my honey always feeds. It is sharable the little things which I consider important.  

I am most thankful to have my eyesight.

I try to create something that did not exist before. I love math. I see the rules in every tree, in every flower, and in the stars in the middle of night. When I see the moon it is no longer a huge glaring light. It has form according to it's cycle around our little blue planet.

I think nature designed the perfect package when it came up with an egg. How amazing is that?

Origami was my ticket to understanding many interesting topics. Have you read any books by Sherry Turkle? She informs me with her words. I read her book "Alone Together," last year. She talks about living in our digital world. Robert Lang informs my origami mind. I read "Brain Pickings," on Sundays. It is way better than a newspaper. Just thought you might like to know. . .a few clues.

Egg 22                Bobbie Casey 2017 All Rights Reserved

Breakfast with friends at a sweet National Register House where I live is the best way to start a day being cold  and weary. My spirit is alive in this beautiful place where nature and the tenderness of loving people who call me Honey or Sweetheart fill my core of being to the brim with gratefulness and humility.
We spoke of how all steeples point up, in these complicated times.
I realeyes the wonder of staying put to deal with the consequences of whatever I say or might do is a blessing.
As a group, we can do anything.
Two friends walk early almost every morning with trash-bags in hand to bend over and over to rid our place of things people toss along the road.
DNA or fingerprints can tell us exactly who does this. Cigarette butts and beer bottles have evidence.
If everyone would care enough to take it upon themselves to make a positive difference,
we would not need our government to do anything for us.
I daydream of far away places and times then wake up to reality.
My basket is so full of many many eggs.
Today I am grateful there are no earthquakes or volcano eruptions, no floods, no snow, or icy roads here.
A good day to you.

Me up?

Being a girl scout, once upon a time, I learned to be invisible. Well, actually this is why I discovered a way to float as a pair of eye balls. It is like being a fly on the wall but much better 

leave no trace behind. 

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The ladder is tossed over the basket, I see it, do you?  Buckminster Fuller wrote about the "Spaceship Earth," We think erroneously, I believe, that we are on a free ride through space going around and around our sun.

This life is but one

and then 

you

die

Right here

Right now

is all I know

eggsactly

eggsistential

no X

WHAT IS IN THE CLOUDS?

On Being a Skywriter

Two books mean so much to my artistic nature: "Museum Without Walls," by Andre Malraux, and Marshall McLuhan's,  "The Gutenberg Galaxy."

The magazine I favor most is, "Wired."

I laugh to think what Leonardo would do, today?

I read real books,  have way too many to store, and I read many books on my Kindle or I Pad. The rest of my time I am either out looking for things worth seeing or drawing or painting or doing digital.

Oh yes, I write stupid stories and print them out, cut them into strips in my pasta machine, arrange the strips to please me, photograph them, change things, layer things, etc.

I most enjoy Mark Strand's poetry, Leonard Cohen's music (what a genius he was), Yoko Ono and Laurie Anderson are my favorite women.

I wish I lived in Africa when an air plane was a new thing. Being a skywriter would be the only job I would ever have.

I love why Mark Strand used the form of poetry prose, because he was unsure. Or prose/poetry?

I am very sure that I am unsure of many ideas.

Fragile Thought

Egg/Gravity  copyright 2017

Bobbie  Casey 

Exactly- this is the state of mind I find myself to consider the energy of affairs floating around on/in clouds. Consider the egg. It contains possible life. It contains sustenance, perhaps, for something else. It is fragile. It can be easily broken. I know this is true because I invest a lot of time walking on egg shells.

Consider this particular egg, the entire world of vegetation seems to grow outside-on-it's- shell. It is caught in a cascade of water rolling down a mountainside. Maybe. 

So much energy from the water, from gravity, from my imagination, it could be something good or not.

January 14, 2017 Seriously

That was then. This is now. Begin.

I have moved

Hello everyone,

For a while I have been at

http://anatomyofabird.blogspot.com/

If you want to find me that is where I am.

New start, New life, New day.

Bobbie/Filamental/The Bird

So Will You Come To See Me?

I'm asking for you to join me on my new blog.  The Anatomy of a Bird I just needed a new space for a brand new way of looking at things. It is a beautiful place, our world, is it not?

Namaste

How I do it? Some have asked. . .that is what I will share on a regular basis. . .but not here.
This blog is dead. Remember the meditation bird I did a while back? Remember my book/boxes like the Mt. Fuji Ballet? This is what it is all about for me these days.

I ask you to join me at my new place The Anatomy of a Bird.   Click the link at the top of the right column.

Thanks to all of you for the support and friendship over the past couple of years, I am truly greatful.

Bobbie

Just In Case

You know how I hate telling stories. . .
well, you know what, it has been a long time coming. . .
I have been ill for quite a long time.

This was almost all she wrote. . .

You also know that I am a drama queen.

I just wanted to say while I still can

Hello!

You mean the world to me. . .

ALL OF YOU!

The little sparrows are so wonderful. The red red bird is too.

Please don't throw me in this brier patch.  OH PLEASE PLEASE DO!

Tomorrow my baby girl is coming for a visit. I am so thankful! She fell off her skis and is coming brace and crutches and all.

My mama is well, my sister is too. My honey bunny deserves a metal of honor.

I don't mean to sound like a cry baby but I am a cry baby, today.

My son is back in Afghanistan, please pray for his safety and his sacrifice.
I will pray for you!

x0x0x

In Simple Things

Made by hands

Across

The Miles

Thinking of All of You!

XOXOXOX