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Things are stacking up Again...I'll be dropping a few things in the shop here and there. I do not take reservations or commissions. Supplies are sold separately through the Threadcrumbs Shop. Link up top.
Holes might be a symbol. Might serve as way to express space. And time.
I collected holes over the years. Holes in cloth. And paper. I like to think about it now, like I have been saving space and time. Collecting nothing. Or at least less.
As I recalled, I did work a bit with holes in the first run of SunMoonStars. Yes I did...as I looked back this morning. Let me bring that back tomorrow. This cloth is probably familiar if you've been coming here. Here , one time from way back, 2008. Among others.
Meanwhile, today. I simply just did this.
I pinned that little nine base onto a larger cloth. An old linen, dyed blue. Indigo(my first ever vat). From a while back. Just that. A little place(time)keeping in space. And I thought...
And the last of the home gown indigo. Because the deer ate the last clump. Before it bloomed. No seeds. They ate the daisies too. Before they opened. That's it. The last garden. The planted kind.
I'm not exhausted, just Tired. Tired of dark days. But let's not dwell on that. Mom's words, don't dwell on that.
Ok. I noticed again the seasonal deck shibori. I closed my eyes and said across moons quietly to myself.
Consider how one thing becomes another.
And so with the last dips, that always work themselves more towards turquoise, I began to consider how one thing might become another. The indigo over rust. Moonish, but a bit like a world. And then I thought about worlds apart. Focused on the space between worlds. But then the line emerged on the fold that seemed to highlight the in between. And then, all the while trying to engineer a blurred edge. To soften the difference between what is and what isn't which always encourages what might become...I returned to some old considering of wings, how becoming is about living in between. Embracing not this or that but reaching outward in all directions blurring the edges of that and just going.
On thing might become another if there is enough time.
Vibrating outward is life.
SunMoonStars is a home base for witnessing change.
If we have enough time will SunMoonStars become anything. Everything?
Is focus really limited to itself, or just an anchor to the that which moves through us?
Can focus add the not just going to the just going. Intention?
Here. I like that the stitch seems to hold such intention. Running walking straight through it. Standing there.
Today it is raining. Not a lot. Not Enough really.
But enough to delay the scheduled firewood delivery. Monday then. No stacking today.
But more water for dyeing.
it's dark today and the overhead light is my Sun
It is interesting how different it seem to be hosting a "class" here on the blog. It doesn't seem like that. It seems more like what I called a "Diary Series". A long term day to day creative journey. But different still, being more mixed into regular life. I think that is what it has all become. The teaching thing has merged with the blog. This is significant for me. The Becoming One. For one thing, it takes the stress of scheduling out of it. And really, it makes it all so much more real. Free-er. In a way it all has become one, less. But in another way it all became more. Now it certainly is more about Just Going. Oddly, the security code for getting into the original class was "just going". I marvel at how the layers of days bring new form to my thinking.
Anyway, this teaching series is now officially renamed. The SunMoonStars Diary. I made that one word. And added it to my computer's dictionary so it would stop reminding me about breaking rules.
I'll tell you why I like this. Because this is how it is for all of us. We share the Sun and the Moon and the Stars. And we share how it goes, day to day, as we find time for creative thinking as the world turns. We are not different in this regard. Maybe only in how we manage it, how we see it, what we expect from it.
So before I did some new storming, I cut out the text from the original word play and saved it as an image. Then I added some color. Digitally. For folks who are computer-comfortable, this is no big deal. Not everyone is. So in real life, it is like printing out the text on paper cutting it out to the size you want. And then maybe painting over it, using the text as a base. I like how the words then might become like image. A sketch or a painting.
When you paint with a computer, the color is always interrupted by closed edges. I laughed out loud as the little moons formed here. Not expected, initially annoying, now gloriously appropriate because I noticed them.
So I am stopped in my original tracks and the moon has been caught in my words. And my words in Old Sky. Probably if my mind had not been slowed down by focus in the first place, I might have filled in the spaces.
Another wishing star. I need to gather some old thoughts about that. That personal symbol that developed over the years.
And finish this one.
Because it has been hanging around here forever.
It's been patched, cut, dipped, stitched, cut again, drawn on, dipped again... stitched again. And now reconsidered. Soft with going. Thin, yet very There. I'm finally giving it an edge.
This one is only 12" square, but it seems bigger. It reminds me of the first, sort of, quilt I ever made. It was a big star. I think I gave it away. Yes, before it was finished. Those were foggy times. I'll remember it by naming this one A Big Wish. Wishes can be bigger than they seem.
So this Early August Stray. She found herself leaning into the moon.
But then soon began considering that. Leaning. Tendency really.
Today's questions include:
Is leaning into the moon really leaning into the memory of the moon? Since we know it so well to be a constant, is there really ever a New Moon? Is leaning into the moon really leaning on the moon? What is leaning? Is it resting? Depending? Needing? Pull? Are we always leaning? Is straying, in some kind of way, leaning. Leaning away, as it sometimes might happen.
I have been playing with splitting images. (Mentioned it in a post back here) The moon especially. Let it come in from one side and at the same time seem to be leaving on the other. So while leaning on the moon, to the left as it was, the figure is not leaning on the moon to the right as it is.
But I asked myself if the Early August Stray might not be leaning in both directions, by imagining a kind of rocking. Here just caught in part of that. Maybe a second later , in between, before leaning in the other direction.
Dancing in a way.
I cut the moons in half to do this, and laugh at how it is really only one moon. Old and New are one. More or Less. The dance simply embracing that.
This stray has not made it into this Saturday's Shop update. IN fact,I am leaning away from that whole thing already. I want to float in between. That is where I find clarity. I don't like either word. Gallery or Shop. I'm not with that. Those ideas. I'm just here. Offering a thing or two now and then. (something just now.) Dancing around that. Stop by once in a while.