vortex streets



Denver International Airport, vaultsNasa, Von Karman vortex street, Selkirk island off Chilean coastbrugmansia

clews, catch

crinoid missippian


I said to Pete, this photo of my neck is actually quite beautiful. And he said, if you say so—

images: crinoid fossils; brugmansia, photo: dorothy clews; surgery incisions, photo: pete zwetkof; Denver International Airport; catch and floodout (detail) tapestry by dorothy clews; vortex street, NASA image



washday blues, photo: dorothy Clews

mammoth hot spgs postcard ca. 1910-1913

pictures make me think of eating olives     

Olives, photo by Carol Drinkwater

    all the places one can eat them      •


images: washday blues, photo: dorothy clews; postcard ca. 1910-1913; view from Heroncrest, photo: carolyn hearne; Olives, photo: carol drinkwater; flotilla, photo: margaret sunday




thinking about form—

how things encountered belong to forms, find their forms, define, renew and structure forms.

the forms I think about when I am in this space

are open cups, closed cups and spirals, which are at once both open and closed forms.

undulating and interlacing lines are spirals whose lines are irregularized, loosened; they release the momentum of spirals without inhabiting their regularity.

beholding is a consequential action: how many coils rotate off one axis, or spin off from a vortex outward on their separate planes/ counting up, attending, until one: the curve where energy deflates, loops into pattern.

how many involutions do we walk before a maze becomes a wilderness—or walks us through toward grace?

open cups fill up with motion, slide atop it: pulled by inner/outer curvatures in mated surface tensions; and enclosed cups of course, are waiting to burst open.

voids contained by energy are spirals; those sustained by mass are cups.

my site designs



3 Sites, each composed in a different WordPress theme, are running; the active links to these sites can be found in the side column of the blog pages (see menu at top of scroll) and sometimes to the side of these posts.

Way up the Mountain, Middle Ground, Tiff to jpg ,crop old

one is my own, my professional artist’s presence; it is structured to handle occasional additions, updates and growth over time: Margaret Sunday, Tapestry Artist

 Way up the Mountain, Middle Ground, Tiff to jpg

another is me taking the bull by the horns and creating a home base for an on-going list-serve discussion. The project began with a dozen committed contributors, and now hosts 40 artists in its sixth month. Because it is 2_19slowselfie - Copy (2)always growing, spurring new works, new perspectives and more complexity, this site must be adaptable. Clutter is banished, and every artwork and written contribution is accorded a formal screen presence, allowing it to speak on its own. Drop by and see what we’re doing, and remember, this site is always in flux: Selfies in Tapestry; Slow Art in the Age of Quick

view from Heroncrest, by Carolyn Hearne

and most recent is a commercial venture, featuring an historic vacation property on the coast of Maine. The site concept centers on the owner’s photographs and writing, and the design reflects her personal style. The site is simple and spacious with room to grow, like Heroncrest itself. The customer reports an enthusiastic response: Heroncrest of Maine

Images: Way Up the Mountain, Middle Ground, tapestry by Margaret Sunday, photo: John Blake; detail of Slow Selfie, tapestry by Janette Meetze from the Selfie blog; Heroncrest, view of Penobscot Bay, photo: Carolyn Hearne