And the one square with the little path down the middle caught my eye this morning.
No sewing yet. Just looking. Thinking. Letting thoughts fill me.
And then this happened. I flipped the center path over, and the little stitches I took to keep it all together and calm, as a unit, they show. I love this. One side within the context of another. Paired. One. Nine for How it Might be Revealed?
The video software I use has stopped working. The last video lost with not a lot of promise for another. I'm tired of dealing with it. I'll find another way.
Summer bitch-stray is forming. She worries not about video. Fame. Fortune. Art. Or humidity. Or the rabbits that have eaten all the parsley. She is pierced by the sting of violence and the senselessness of it all. She lets it move through her, to Know it. To Express. Like she moves through season. She has had enough but she knows the only hope is to keep going. Hopeful. Not Hopeless.
The center of the star is an indigo batik from Tiggy Rawling. She dyes on a nice light weight cloth. And the shifting of the design, I want to talk about that separately.
But really to let you know, it all ended up as part of the Nest of Days, the square basket that holds Just Going as it vibrates outward, and here it is before I closed the ring. The ring I call the transition ring. The edge for now.
And now it is rather large.
I imagine it will be a lot bigger. But I will begin backing it and talk about my approach to that as it has evolved from one method into another over the years. Which is how it goes when you keep at it.
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.