Ultimately, this piece has huge significance for me. How can I say it? Firstly, it is , of course, a nine patch. Then by focusing on the center three, the vertical column, it became a path through nine. It made nine about going. Expressed it as a way. I am very much about going. I am always going, going, going. I'm a mover. I mean I am up early and I am always active. Physically and mentally, on the go. I run circles around everyone I know. The man says I make him dizzy. He loves my energy. Sometimes he sits back and smiles as I run back and forth through a day.
I was looking at it. Adding additional stepping stones. Looking at it as endless in terms of possibility and size. I could keep going. Easily. But now what has struck me, not for the first time, is that the three, the three steps so to speak, imply direction and intention to go. There is evidence of having gone as well. It makes a way in some minimal form. In between. And it is long enough. The path. With this sense I look at it with a feeling of Being. Being there. Still going but not driven past what it is. It's path within the context of resting. Nothing lost, just smaller. Within reach, undoing ambition, the need for more.
Why is this important? Because this is where I am. I found the Going I love so much in Being. Went there. And now it is hard to go back.
Long Enough. This is my thought. I have been blogging forever. I've plans to slowly reduce my online presence and mostly my interaction this year, continuing to add content (there is so much more and thank you for your continued support) to Feel Free. And just Be. I've a Sanity Series (the art part of me) to complete that needs quiet as its main component. I'm word worn and I find it is easier to talk to myself without saying anything.
I am not leaving, I am changing. Becoming less in order to become more. Considering new formats.
There are gaps in my thinking. And everything else.
This month is both free and not free.
We cleared the hill of last year's growth. Just to be here, outside in the warmer than usual days. I saved the remaining sumac berries which have dried on the branches of small trees we have removed to get rid of brush that holds dampness and encourages mosquitoes. It will rain for days now so I left the copper bucket outside while we are away and around. I've plans to remove all dyestuff stored in the freezer here as well. Perhaps a little spring dyeing to use it up.
And I drew this. And I will draw it 8 more times. Repeat the thought. 9. A good number. Now, more often back on paper, I have begun to grasp the effect of being with cloth for so long. As I did in reverse when I moved from paper to cloth so long ago. The materials reshape us, like any relationship. I have found myself mending. Patching holes in old paper with bits of paper. Patching over lines not wanted with bits of paper instead of erasing. This also allows me to use bits of paper too small to draw on. Design mending. Mostly though, I am thinking about paper like I think about cloth. This will help a new style emerge. This is exciting and feels freer than just trying to go back to something. Repeat it.
I have decided to move Feel Free to another site, to make it better. It takes a lot of planning to get it right. In April I will resume my efforts with all of that. Right now I am just going. I appreciate all the new support and your patience as I navigate March, which finds me so in between.
I like the apron idea. Putting this bitch in the context of something useful. Protective even.
For a moment, I pinned a square there, and old cross stitch embroidered linen fragment from Grandma. I made some of them into squares)Domesticatewas on my mind. But really, I think it will end up with the little Home cloth. The bitch herself is already applied to one of Grandma's old linens. And now one of mine, in a way. Funny how a used contemporary cotton towel has become an "old linen" to me.
I was going to post about yesterday but the sunrise caught me off guard. I had some Cs which are equal to 3 As(the original square)... and a few Hs which are 1/2 squares (A) (that quilt math thing). So I cut one of the moon squares , leaving a bit to fold back and turned an A into an H. And I think I might do a moon-rise as well. I have to shovel a path to the woodpile right now though. Funny how there is always time for a little nine or not so nine patch.
I don't really think in quilt math. It is mostly for explaining. And using stuff up.
I sewed this in the dark almost. Not neat but perfect.
Funny when I look at this I expect the sun to be all the way up when I get back to it.
Soul-o is in, then out, then back, standing at the door. Like a messenger.
Preparing by stacking at least 3-4 days wood on the porch because of the possibility of deep drifting snow. Hoping for no power outages because it is Cold. Not stitching but on paper considering how we are always between growing and falling away.
How to express that in nine.
I might have time to stitch this while it is snowing tomorrow. And talk about that too.
And with a glazed brain, yesterday, I stitched this. On and off. InBetween naps.
And then, instead of taking it outside to photograph it on the snow filled brick path from my last post, I made a photo collage. That is one photo over the other. The snow was already gone anyway. And I've still got a chill.
This nine also makes a swell mug rug. Which makes it useful in just one more way.
I have way more to say about this but right now I need another nap.
(You might find more about applique and thread beads in my right sidebar. Skitch Skatch (stitching and patching over a sketch)is a personal technique that I developed over the years and I will be talking more about soon.)