A large cloth, for me, holds story, simply because it spans time.
I have started a large cloth. For my son. With my son in mind.
I am stepping back today, to make a place to hold it, the story. Not just in my head. So it might be shared as well.
I don't know how it might become, because story unfolds. But I know it will be a blanket.
It started like this. While in between.
Just three squares. Three that would be in between two more threes. Making Nine. That simple beginning again.
Yesterday I took this picture. Of this cloth I named Holding Pattern, for good reason.
Before I go any further, I want to step back into August. Where I started. Quietly. Without saying. Because there are things to say.
I will create a category here for Holding Pattern. And a project page at Feel Free... LARGE CLOTH - Holding Pattern. And a Flickr Album so it can be viewed as a slide show. Because I know I will want to look back. Story unfolds . So you can only hold it by looking back.
6AM:So here I am, working through the technology issue the best I can. On Halloween.
I have to stick with smaller photos for the time being. Which means they cannot be enlarged. I am trying to put larger photos on Flickr but I see the gallery is not updating right away, we'll see. Maybe I will just link the photos here to there. Ok I think that is working.
Nine. I have always been in love with nine. It' a magic number. But when configured as a nine patch it become a multi-layered symbol for me. It' a number, it's a square. it's patchwork. It's light and dark make it magic. It's a kind of basket. Well it is so many things really. In the last Diary Series, Small Journeys, I looked at nine a lot. At patchwork. I crated a lot of these little icons as links to these journeys in my posts. I liked them. I love packaging thoughts as symbols. I call them Spirit Cloth Language...
as the collection they have become. Are becoming.
As I see these, the original nine patch is so many things but it is also, simply, my inspiration. It has and will continue to guide me. Nine forever. And the eye, a kind ot filter, looking through nine, allowing that to expand my vision (the rainbow is that for me. That full spectrum, a full range of seeing) and then the nine that has begun to flow, as one thing might become another. Or everything really.
I'll be 65 in February. I am trying hard to put together a Pictionary. After all these years. Starting from square 1.
I do believe if we learn each other's language, we will know each other better.