In what looks like a volcanic area, the remains of what could have been an altar. The elders would probably say it could have been Abraham's, and retold the Isaac sacrifice story.
Now I'm deeply into the new title and concept for this piece. Say you've been wandering in the wilderness for several generations. You've surely walked in circles, backtracked, had times where everyone needed a few days of rest. Each morning you had to discover whether you would travel that day, whether there would be water (apparently you could assume there would be manna and maybe quail), how far to the next oasis. If you were born in the wilderness, it's the only home you have ever known and such a life is normal. So you would recognize when you came, once again, upon the fossilized skeleton of an ancient monster, or the remains of a very old altar of sacrifice. Maybe you camped near water for a period of time and could grow some vegetables or grain. These markings appeared in the rust-dyed damask; I just stitched over them. Looks like a fossilized creature to me. In what looks like a volcanic area, the remains of what could have been an altar. The elders would probably say it could have been Abraham's, and retold the Isaac sacrifice story. My efforts to show an abandoned village site near an oasis. Remnants of plantings and round huts or tents. "Maybe we stopped here before." It isn't hard to get caught up in the narrative (even though the last book I read concludes that the exodus never really happened).
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AuthorBobbe Shapiro Nolan, Fiber Artist in Eagle Lake, TX. Trying to learn to call the sewing room my studio, and myself an artist. I retired after 15 years in hospice nursing--so now I have the time!. Archives
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