Magic and wings

Nebraska

This is the beginning of all the journeys .It was Mid Winter in Nebraska , I am with the oldest friend and we have a plan to get to Papillion- wings , a small town in the Heartland .

The land feels white and empty , a place where we can undo everything we know ,lose process.

We are looking for magic and we want to make wings.

we go lightly , I have silver ,gold fabric and my pin and needles . She has her t shirts and her letters. We are going to listen to everything and make everything in the moment

No man's land - cold. Sasha Guardian of the Creative space, Angel of story telling. white cape and white gloves

Judith in Chicago,, she blesses our trip. Judy was a former air hostess. Sasha makes her a t-shirt - 'it's hard being an air hostess when you clip her wings'. She makes us a nice dinner and sends us on our way.

We get out into the land and start making t shirts and capes .Sasha making 'This Land won't judge me' T shirt

Judith and her best friend

"This Land won't Judge me'

She makes a T shirts on the road

The first person I made a dress for on this trip was this waitress at breakfast in Iowa. I had some gold fabric with me. We headed down to the basement to make dresses. Soon the other waitress, Phoenix, joins us. We all make dresses and we all make wings!

Wings!

Gold Wings for Phoenix

Phoenix rises from the basement

collaborating

The hotel room becomes a sketch book. I start to sew and cut the fabric into wings, capes, hoods and gloves. It all starts to feel quite magical, alive and breathing.

My Bed

Sasha is my MUSE

And more Wings...

We are in Heartland Hotel on the Nebraska Highway and we are trying things out

Broken Wing dress

Ashley comes in the room

We like the idea of becoming White Witches

We hear amazing singing from a room - it is Ashley from housekeeping. We talk for a while, She tells her story - Sash makes her a t-shirt 'a jailbird sings'. I make a dress with wings.