I love this still life with cloth below. I like these kinds of pictures in general. Today this says so much of my truth. How I am rocking back and forth between the day and cloth. Between doing and undoing. How one becomes the other. More or less. And I love how the shadow near the cloth is really the light from this glorious October morn.
It is comforting, this unrolling, and rolling back into old stories, refreshing them in a way with new touches of thread. Making bigger pictures out of them in a way. Simply by feeling the time that has passed.
So this cloth which was originally part of a stitched base called Something about Earth, and then Miles from Nowhere, was split in half and was the leftover when Button Face claimed the other half as Wilderness. It evolved into a new journey which I called A dream without words for a while. Because I had none. At one point a woven self appeared. Which really made it not just anywhere but Somewhere. Now that thing (which takes forever to stitch,by the way)that runs through her. Me. That thing has shown evidence of growth. Today it seem a bit like a tree. I might call it looking for self and finding her. Or maybe Everywhere.