July Flying Carpet

In July the Flying Carpet travelled around the world by staying home.

Folk Art Market in Santa Fe
is a yearly festive gathering of crafts people
from all over the world
sponsored by The Museum of International Folk Art.
www.folkartmarket.org

IMAGINE careening through booths of handmade treasures

What a paradise for a carpet.

IMAGINE a world of feet 

stomping, dancing, jingling, and undulating 

across your surface!

...and seeing faces like this!

IMAGINE carrying a vintage globe through the market 

and asking artists from all different countries 

to write LOVE in their language on transparent hearts. 

Then IMAGINE affixing each heart to its country 

while IMAGINING a world with no boundaries 

and people speaking the language of love.

(The carpet occasionally flashes on the sixties.)

Then IMAGINE the next week 

rising, swirling, and whirling 

with the Flying Men of Vera Cruz 

suspended from their 60 foot pole 

at Rancho de las Golandrinas.

IMAGINE a wildest dream becoming real.

Special thanks to John Lennon 
and the hundreds of people 

who contribute 

creative energy, time, money, love 

and IMAGINATION 

to Folk Art Market.

June Flying Carpet

Escaping its alien captors, the Flying Carpet
flashed through the stratosphere and the blazing of fires
to the Threshold of Dreams

dreams of hourglasses filled with phosphorescence

                                                dreams of inexplicable shimmers

dreams of shrouded wing-light

dreams of maps of ash and sand

dreams of air like chalk

dreams of cavorting pinwheels

dreams of splintered graves

dreams of angels with metal shadows

dreams of slipping through the cracks between the worlds

Special thanks to Maggie, Ro, and Horace McAffee

May Flying Carpet

Leonard Cohen was growling, “I have tried in my way to be free.”

as the Flying Carpet rippled

through the mist of Angel Fire

The Rags and Feathers Choral harmonized “Hallelujah”

as the Flying Carpet rolled

past the Wagon Wheel Roadhouse

and a junk shop surrealist’s dream in Trinidad 

A million 50’s songs played on the memory jukebox
as the Flying Carpet slurped nostalgia
at the I-70 Diner in Flagler Colorado

Bob Dylan sang, “Soul of a nation under the knife.
    Death is standing in the doorway of life.”
as the Flying Carpet yawned
across miles of flat green dollar signs in Kansas 

(agribusiness aggravation)

 

Tom Waits accompanied squeaky door blackbirds 

and water-throated meadowlarks

    on his celestial glockenspiel

as the Flying Carpet beheld

8,000 tools, war hero portraits, and beauty queens

at the Crossroads of Yesteryear Republic County Historical Society Museum

Fado music whispered and sobbed
as the Flying Carpet approached
the Denver Scooter Museum
where excessive grandmothering occurred

Imaginary harp music filled breeze balloons
as the Flying Carpet was strewn with petals
at the Denver Botanical Gardens

Strains of John, Yoko, and friends 

“All we are saying is Give Peace a Chance” 

as the Flying Carpet
navigated homeward

The Music of the Spheres crescendoed
as the Flying Carpet 

was abducted by the crew of The Due Return

Gadzooks!!!!!!!

Special thanks to my co-pilot Zachariah

April Flying Carpet

Cruising past the Buena Vista Druid installation 

and the Holy Fire Hebraic Center, 

the Flying carpet got its Wabi-Sabi up the wazoo 

at the American Interlock Fire Engine Graveyard...

Past the Corner of This and That...

 We sailed past the Brokeback Dude Ranch
and the Flagellation Station
with its Penitente Dominatrix black and blue plate special...

and followed the zooming swallows Chama River...

Hoodoos around the corner
we arrived in Ghost Ranch...

 

 “In the rooms the women come and go
talking of” Georgia O’Keefe...

We fed our quarters
into the yellow-headed blackbird jukebox
and picnicked in the bee-laden orchard...

The carpet shook off it’s covering of shards and jewels
and ascended
flying homeward...

Thanks to co-pilots Sialia and Zack
seen here hunkering down
and extolling the wonders of anthill rocks

March Flying Carpet

In March the Flying Carpet zoomed over crop circles

and lakes

and rivers
 

and landed in Raleigh, North Carolina.

Magnolia petals and winter debris covered the Flying Carpet 

at the JC Raulston Arboretum
www.ncsu.edu/jcraulstonarboretum

Spring had sprung!!!!!!

Flying Carpet rolled out red 

for Traces: Mapping the Journey in Textiles, 

an invitational show of the work of twelve artists at the Gregg Museum:

http://www.ncsu.edu/gregg/exhibitions/traces/index.html

I showed two pieces:

Summer Fall Winter Spring

 a year-long journal of 2008

and Blaze of Glory 

a travel journal of trips to Japan and Korea in 2007

Barbara Lee Smith, the show’s curator, 

had a concurrent show of her work, 

Pull of the Moon. 

In con junction with the show, 

the museum sponsored a three day symposium

with lectures, panels, tours, events and presentations.

The air was filled with pigment, dance and music 

at the Holi Festival, 

a joyous Hindu Spring Festival 

celebrated by many riotous Indian students and other enthusiasts.

and the carpet was totally covered

Flying Carpet got its art & architecture fix 

at the NC Museum of Art

www.ncartmuseum.org/

Its denim local artisan fix 

at Raleigh Denim

http://www.raleighworkshop.com/index.php?/gallery/workshop/

and its food fix at Irregardless.

The carpet is now home... rolled up and dozing... 

preparing for next month’s adventure...

Special thanks to my co-pilot Sialia