as i have often said before, my favorite part of cloth making is that final phase. the final stage of surfacing, which has me looking closer, inch by inch, leaving no part untouched by review. as i embark on the journal writing over the surface of coma, i am also quilting and clipping loose ends, and detailing story elements and remembering where all these scraps came from and how they happened to come together.
so as i was 'gluing' some ragged edges with stitch, i came to the edge a hand dyed fabric from Deb Lacativa. thank you! a gift. one of many. thank you a thousand times! and i though about gifts and how they can enrich our journey. i began to let the color of this scrap generously share its richness with the colorless surroundings. rings and dots of gold warming the cold ragged moon like surface on the cold side of coma. a sharing.
maybe watching closely... understanding the value of another's making... maybe this is an important part of learning. a special gift. maybe in the true appreciation something valuable is gained. it might change the heart. it might change the world. so here i sit on this stormy saturday morning, appreciating how i have come to this point in cloth making and understanding the importance of community. the "common sense" of making that enriches our lives. and i am feeling especially thankful for the thoughtful writing of Elaine Lipson and the generous efforts of Keith Recker and his staff and the new meeting place over at HandEye magazine.
