so its definitely the flu.
i just read this:
The curtain undulated. With the opium inhaled from a makeshift porcelain-and-bamboo pipe crafted laboriously by Selz, it wasn’t long before the town, seen through the curtain, became a film of moving tissue, wrapping itself around Selz and Benjamin and at the same time unwrapping Ibiza, “We are curtainologists,” added Benjamin, to who it seemed as if the curtains had become interpreters for the language of the wind. Not the wind - but the language of the wind.
the panels will undulate, maybe not rolling but it could fold over itself at the bottom should i leave the swathes longer. i liked your thoughts on the curtain and agree that it is a painting that could become something else and therefore might avoid being so defined by that window. i wish the window opened. i think the silk will move by contact of the air of bodies. i have been hanging tests above the sliding door to the balcony and it is nice to see it move. it reminds me of the time i got high with ada and ben, we lay in her bed and watched the wind move the curtain, like the establishing shot of the white curtain waving in the breeze in visconti’s giaccopardo. only we were lying with our heads tilted up, watching the sun over the i set into a column.
a swatch is in the dyebath now, waiting to come out. in my flu haze i didn t realize the resist i m using washes out with water - duh - i need to use a wax for immersion dying….at any rate i will paint over the dyed black with black paint - black on black, charcoal tongue.