A predisposition to think, act, or proceed in a particular way.
How Sanity (as I am trying to define it, in small deliberate steps) might in some way be a modification on that.
Anyway, yesterday I got to thinking. While out hacking away at some old root-ball I was trying to remove from the garden. It was such a dense mass beneath the surface. Nothing would grow there. It seemed small initially but as I dug... well it took hours and I ended up with some unidentifiable tangle of plant threads and a Big Hole.
I had a green liquid lunch. Then stitched this.
Another nine. With a black center. A black hole block (component). (What if a black hole could be square?)
This might beNine for the Tendency to be Sucked In. Ha! Yes. (I could make a political comment here. About Her. But I will keep it to myself.)
Now my thoughts turn to concentration. Concentrating thought. Art might be, in some way, related to that that. Simply that. I think.
I used a focal zoom effect on one section (about 30" square) of the perpetual grid cloth (I am working in sections, but more about that later) after adding the black hole block. I like how the black hole became the center and everything else is radiating outward. Here a black hole is something positively negative. And an eye of a storm.
There was some late night reinforcing of center. Holding can be a simple and beautiful thing with no other agenda. Today's nine is a basket holding nine again. By a thread. Note to self: Stay true to your holding and you may grow into a magic vessel. Hold more without taking up any more space.
I like how I've divided space and filled it at the same time. The form that has resulted holds so much. How broken apart and mended is a symbol of strength. Resource. Just Going. Heart. Hope. Truth. How it might happen, becoming more, dream catching, gathering, inspiration, kindness, magic, oneness, patience, placekeeping, problem solving, redefinition, sense, transformation, trust, usefulness, weathering the storm, what if. So many things I hold dear. Keep me sane.
I am here, meaning here on the blog for the summer. I've retired my presence on Facebook, Instagram, etc for a few months. Maybe forever. There are many changes coming. And I am practicing for less exposure. Undoing the addiction for attention which sometimes I don't even realize is plaguing me. I think we all have that to a certain degree but internet blows it out of proportion. Since my focus has shifted from selling stuff, everything thing else has shifted as well. Reach has taken on new meaning. I imagine it more like a thread.
This old rotting Adirondack chair has been rescued from the garden, The legs cut mostly off because they were almost gone. It has been sanded and coated with varnish. It is very close to the ground. I like sitting close to the ground. And getting in and out of it is great exercise.
I prepared 9 white squares for Sanity. My way of starting over. Which, it seems, I do a lot more than I ever realized. Perhaps the never ending quest for simpler times.
The Corner. This is where I use the computer now. Mostly when the sun is gone. It just so happens, so far, there is no sun today.
So the corner. I softened it to make it look more romantic.
I'll hang some cloth there.
Today is a dark day. The sun seems blue. I picked up this old fling fragment while looking for something else. This was created using a technique I call Cut Away Applique(I've added that to the Feel Free Index). Which really turns applique into patchwork. A great way to get a curved piecing effect. Somewhere, sometime, I dipped it into a fading indigo vat. which gave it a nice tonal effect. It is pinned to the perpetual grid cloth which has become my design wall. I am going to stitch on this one over the weekend. Cut Away Applique, it rhymes like a small song poem.
Yesterday I came across a piece of my work posted on someone's Facebook page. As if it wasn't mine. Why would you do that? (I probably know the answer to that) I guess that is why folks don't post their work on Facebook. Or around much. Well I'll be damned if selfish folks will ruin my heart. Here I stand, Feeling Free. Undeterred. So there. Fooey on You-ey. I am not like you.
Outside my window I swear I hear a small bird singing... Bernie... Ber-nie.
It's not politics, just an impression.
I'm thinking more about blogging lately. It should be a document of who you are. Not a marketing scheme. A website can be that. This is not that.
I did this. Like I do sometimes to make the cloth big enough to put in a hoop because I was thinking I might have to do that depending on how the tension played out. But then I thought how quickly it became bigger. And then how easily it could become smaller again. And then I began to think about the dynamics of a frame. How it might be a changing element. How often it is a hard edge to limit focus and contain and control context. But the frame as a space seemed to melt into some precious thought about holding center. And radiating outward again. And I am remembering an unfinished focus on windows a while back. What if Diaries? So anyway, some jottings and a direction I might collectively call Window Quilting. Obviously to be continued.
Note to self: How the morning made the blue so electric.