So it's Friday and we have to be somewhere.
It is not a morning for media either. I am hoarse as a goat with allergies. Probably because we have spent so much time clearing old leaves and dead wood to make new paths. Through the coming winter I suppose. Stirred up a lot of old dust.
I am just looking at these today. Digging through a few piles of cloth to find the rest of them. They have been forming slowly. Like stories do. 1,2 and 3 are new. 4 and 5 not. As you might know or not know, I am obsessed with symbols. Or more personally explained as components of a picture language I see forming in my work over the years. Some are stitched, some are pieced and now some are dyed. Some are all ways. I want to organize them finally to see where I am. For me, the patchwork quilt has always been sort of that, a picture/pattern language. But these patterns are usually part of a trending style rather than a deeply personal story language. The quest for which carries me forward.
I've been working with indigo but the vat is rather exhausted. I have some walnut soup here that I had better get to soon.
Note to self:
How might a personal language still become understood by others? Perhaps if it is tied to nature/ natural order in some strong way.
By the way folks, Feel Free to use my ideas to get going or keep going. Then, Share, or continue the gift rather. I might wander far then, without moving from this very spot. Carried by you.