Open, aka not closed. What I like here is the personal image of self conforming to some sort of pull. In. Out. There is a Rocking. And it creates a kind of distorted balance. Its center is weave. To me it is tremendous. But it would also make a great bookmat. Small enough. Holding it in the dark is just as good as looking at it in the light.
The basket is it for me. A path. A sympathetically evolving form. A choice. A way to full-fill my quest. To communicate something through cloth making. As a symbol, it is a metaphor for many things I have tried to express.
I've decided to formalize it. The Basket Diaries. Share it in a different way that has to do with both open and closed . But not closed. I have a lot to say. Many notes to self. I need to go back and collect my thoughts.
When I began this blog, the header said SPIRIT CLOTH, a journey into gift giving. Now it says stitching a story. This post is #2753. Many small journeys. A story is a gift.
Soul-o let me touch today. Just a little. I know there was big fear, but it happened anyway. The leaning out. I came away touched by the opening.