I drew this in 2007. I think a redo is in order, 3 more lives maybe?
And I drew this a few minutes ago, just asking myself what if (?) I looked at nine lives overlapped... as layers, what form could emerge? Thinking how the form would change depending on the arrangement, or the meeting points....
Funny how simple questions connect thoughts. I have come to realize that simple questions are not embarrassing, no matter how old you are.
Sometimes the day looks better through cloth. Magic Cloth 2, aka Rings of Vision. Ready for the new season. Destined to be a human wrapping cloth. A large cloth of many layers. Still thin enough to be filled with light.
It is quite cold here again. But I have simply found new energy, a way through some recent confusion. 72. That is how many unfinished things are piled up here. And now a path through them. Maybe it is a spring thing. As I pick them up one by one, they grow into some sort of newness. Continued from here, this IS about that, continuing. I filled in one more space, to make nine. They are sort of like pauses in going aren't they? These loops. And there is a bit of unexpected growth. I added that this morning, as a reminder of the kind of going that we often overlook, especially in Winter. And to honor change.
With all the current things running through my head, it was only natural for me to ask, what if (?) these loops, lives, were arranged as a nine patch.
By the way, I am working to restore access to the What If blog, as part of a what-iffing trend that has resurfaced with Spring.
Yesterday there was just the moon, but the nine patch as a way to contain time is now really on my mind, the dark and light, night and day of it, which was always part of the magic, but now the nine lives part of it. It has generated new ideas. This is good. What if this is a way to re-animate tradition? A crossover. Yes. I am in it. The nine-lives patch. The nine patch " lives". Thank you Was.
Today I am remembering the involuntary noises she used to make when she saw birds flying by or heard them chirping. It made me laugh. It still does.
This morning I finished this. I added some small details and changed its name to Nine Lives in memory of sweet Was. I t is a simple piece and it says so much. Like a life, it is a map of days that leaves evidence of going and the freedom in that. And it has a sense of continuing within a natural order, yet without limits. And I caught myself petting that one velvet square, it is soft like her. So it just seemed to fit.
And I, forever changed, have renamed the nine patch, in her honor. A small thing maybe, just a way to look at this magical arrangement with new eyes. The Nine Lives patch.
There are many more things that could be said. But I will not say them. I have lost a few days of emails and blog posts and such so forgive me if I did not answer or comment. I will not go back there.