These ribbons of feathers will act as ties for the large cloth we call Home. And then who knows? I've enjoyed this final process. Making strings of feathers. Dreaming into them. Imagining them as representing the PieceMakers, hand to hand, reaching from here to there. Standing for hope and kindness. Ties that bind. Strong and useful. And then light as dreams. Blowing in the wind.
I have spoken to Wendy. I will send the cloth on Solstice. She will wait for it. Welcome it. It was a warm talk, this one. Filled with knowing each other better. She brings out the love in me which sometimes gets clouded by all the crap that makes up a life.
But I guess that is just what she is good at.
I've been working hard to pull the story of this cloth together in some cohesive way. No small task, this was one big journey. Tangled up in a life.
After summer like days it is colder. 48 this morning, it will barely get to 60 today. It's way cold for May, especially at night. The garden is slow. But it's ok. I can just put a sweater on. The caterpillars that have already begun on the oak leaves, cold slows them and sometimes stops them. So ok. Good.
The man and the beast are sleeping in. Not me. Up at 4. I have things I want to do and I am going to do them.
Yesterday, I posted this on Instagram. How the light painted the wall. To look like cloth. I love this. How it happened. How I noticed and caught it. Because now it is gone.
Because I decided it might be that for a while. Again.
Today I squared the basket. In some simple exercise. To see what I had previously imagined. I'd been thinking about that. I played around with a new patching technique. All the while thinking about the way things form. Rather than wallowing in confusion, how being able to understand that is helping me develop my means of expression. How I have become driven by that.
Technique is important in expression. So is idea. So often they are separated. One given more value than another. Sometimes though it is important to understand them as equal components of personal style. How one supports another.
There have been so many discussions about the relationship between these things. For me they carry the same weight. Every technique started out as an idea. No idea will live to be shared with out a path to execution. In my mind it is a simple math.
technique + idea = form
evolution of technique + evolution of idea = new form, eventually.
Process is evolution.
Sharing process insures the survival of form
which in itself is the essence of thought.
Anyway, the basket self is enjoying this squaring, For now, a new form to play with. While thoughts about sharing brew.
As I continue with the path sections, I begin to use some very old green velvet to fill some gaps. The same velvet I used here. At the beginning of all this. The cloth is from Mom's old velvet jacket. She loved moss green. I sit here and realize how long some of these scraps of cloth have been with me. How many small journeys they have taken. We have taken. We have grown old together.
I have finished placing the stones on 2 panels. The sections measure about 9 x 21. For no particular reason except they feel about right. They might be tied together. Or not. I think there will be about 6. Guessing. Like guessing the number of jelly beans in a jar...how many stones are in the basket?
Yesterday I spent 8 hours in the garden. After some early morning time humming and stitching on a strip of blue from way back. The one that was about a sense of continuing. I thought how cloth might be like song. The man spent the day working on his bike. There was very little talking. The day was like lemonade. I slept early and long.
A white stone in the center of this cloth thought is needed.
The rings of my basket are like ripples. In space. Like ghosts of breaths taken.
I will ease into Summer with fewer postings. More Space. I have finished the Feather Cloth we call Home and now I need some quiet time to prepare it for travel. Collect, recollect its story. I will share more photos before it flies. I have spoken to Wendy. How long it has been. How much of this crazy life this cloth holds. How this is good. We are ready.
A lot of things will keep me somewhat wordless for the summer. For those of you who are subscribed, I will set my Small Journeys postings for Wednesdays, What if Wednesdays. Small Journeys will continue through Labor Day (Sept 7) at which point the series will end. And I will embark on some bigger journeys.