"Sage from Valley of the Moon." As many of my followers know, the land here in Ojai was engulfed in fire back in December. The smoke lingered and the ash kept raining, it still does somehow. When I returned home gratefully, after 3.5 weeks of floating around at various homes, I wept hard when I saw the landscape. When the 33 finally re-opened, I wept even harder, for the loss of habitat, animals lives, those who lost their homes...the lives of all the plants that dappled the Earth here. My fervor for this land runs wildly deep, I spend more time alone in nature here than anywhere else I've lived. When you behold the land in this manner, its excruciating to see her countenance scarred with the drastic division of life and death. And, as always, with a little rain, the rise of life blossomed. Slowly, as if in a zen manner, each stem of wild sage grows taller, the lupines dot the highways and those ferocious burns are making way for healthy soil.
It dawned on me where this piece arose from today as I stitched her together, she rose from the view out my studio that was so terribly burned and barren until recently. I trust the flames as I trust all renewal and the invitation to let go. This is how I make art, I behold the barren and unearth tiny seeds of beauty until they are woven into a landscape of love. #ghostdancerwoven #textileartist #ghostdancercollection #ojai #thomasfire