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.
One Loose Page from a little while back while this small piece was in a simpler form.
These small figured pieces, the stray cat self portrait series, are a path to something else. Even though a path often leads to a new place, this path I am on seems to have multiple dimensions. And ultimately might take me back to a simpler time when I understood how to embrace that. The going that is not a straight line toward this or that. With no regret.
I make a lot of cloths, not to have them BE anything or FOR anything except to help me SEE(witness)something. If I had to make a statement about my making it would probably be that my goal is to catch thought, make my thought visible, and witness how this might lead to new form. In the end I will certainly have to remove myself, the figure, to get at the form more purely. What's left.
There are many aspects of process. All the steps in between. I have to remind myself to be patient with those. Not to be embarrassed by any of them. It is very much about a kind of Magic. In my world magic is simply the process of Appearing and Disappearing. More simply Life and Death. All steps in between revealed makes it less of a trickery.
I let most of my thoughts float freely, so that those seemingly unrelated moments get to touch somehow. Sometimes it is just a pinning in between. A temporary puzzle solving. Like the photos below. Once two thoughts touch they form another. Once a thought is thought it changes the way you think.
It's just about April. Which promises to come in like a lion in sheep's clothing. I've been stitching on the cloth on the left, which started a while back while considering patchwork in some free form. And has developed though a simple method of coating a ground cloth while actually just using up what is here. Making many loose scraps of self into one. Which is a way to make a pile of cloth seem like less. But then it becomes more. I am calling it the House of Stray. Those three old stray cats, the Sun Moon Star Heads, who strayed together, are considering staying together.
The cloth on the right, an older one, named simply Shelter. A house of stray in a way too as I see it now. I realize it was just a way to frame going in a safe way. Just by putting a roof over it. But not really containing it. Being in, part of, the storm becomes the shelter here.
My only thought today is to repeat an old one. "Home is where the heart is." And then making a note to self, that one's heart is where one is. And where one is is hard for others to know really. Hard for oneself sometimes too. This might be due to the confusion generated by not being there. Or anywhere. Which might be tied to considering too many places.
House of Stray happened after I did this. A question about place.
...and considering how we use making to map quiet observation, document consciousness. Gazing is deeper than looking. It is slower I think. And more importantly, more selfless. Two things stick with me here. I like the eye form that emerged where the two circles overlapped. And again I imagine this composition without the figures, the beauty and ultimate magic of the marks left behind, engraved by how it happened. And being there. And then later when we are not. The story map with a less ownership in it. Like a once tended, now wild garden, a place prepared for anything to grow.
I used some digital cut and paste to look at my idea.
Now also liking the whisker lines, map. The sense, the difference in tilt, a mark of point of view. How they might intimately intersect with others without planning.
Although this piece has a light-hearted approach, there is something very important to me in these thoughts today. Some explanation that whispers to me about the hidden logic in creativity. How things come to be by moving through us, not by springing forth on their own. I'll talk when the words are clearer.
Hand dyed silk mandala fragment by Richard Carbin. Glennis and Richard put together a classon this technique awhile back which I signed up for. I need more practice, so it was great to have a small piece from the master mandala maker. A great component for Gazing. A little something to make it seem bigger.
(I think I last mentioned it here. But I can't keep track lately.)
I quilted it in an intentional way, using one strand of embroidery thread. I wanted the ripple to be more prominent than the stitch. I wanted the ripple to create a sense of intensity. Importance. To highlight the concept of holding center as not holding selfishly but holding a longer view. I wanted to express that inner peace relates to a kind of respect for self as everything else, even if imagined. I like how what is held goes beyond the moons, the memories, my own small sense of time. I like that the stray is sitting. Not fearful or running. Held. Gathered around center. But free. I like how the cloth feels. Sturdy yet light. It's about 12" square but I like that it seems bigger.
we are home here today. It's snowing but spring in my mind. A few things are settled. Home will change. Divided between here-ish and there. Center will not be affected.
I am spending time mastering a mobile format. I am quiet but around.