Here he is with his I'm not sure about you posture.
Things are green and lush here. Yet they don't seem right. The garden looks great. Smells great. But I feel uneasy. Fruit and vegetables hang so heavy they pull the branches to the ground. Yet don't ripen. As if in defiance. And I feel out of sync with it all. Helpless and Strange. I can't help thinking maybe, yes, it IS time for me to leave. Leave it be.
I made this pillow years ago. Before the blog. The Secret Garden Pillow. I posted a pic over on Instagram the the day. There was question about how I made this one. I think, since it was so long ago, I will simply make another. I can't help but imagine how different it might turn out. But I might get to show you a lot of the process it holds. It really was a sampler of things to come.
There really needs to ne a stray in there.
I have some stuff to finish up so I think it will be my August project. Maybe it might be a "stitch-a-long"? Secret Garden 2. Aka The Last Garden. Sometimes I name thoughts before they materialize. Because the dream is caught so easily. What would you name yours?
Working with scrap has a freedom all its own. I think in my head, scraps, leftovers, cloth or thread,have less preciousness. In terms of the kind of value that makes you need to KEEP something. Instead they beg to be used. To re-become. Doesn't matter how. Although I enjoy building an image, I also enjoy the rebuilding into cloth. The Oneness. I love these stray cats for that, how they are patched from scraps of self. Scraps from other selves. How they get a life rising from the pile of who cares. How they are born again in their old age.
This one is really very freely collaged. Layers. Integrated with stitch. I often lay like colored teeny pieces on a like colored larger ground to add surface interest and depth to an large are of color. Then use lots of tiny stitch to glue it down. Blend the edges. The stitch might be visible or not. But with enough work, it all blends together and seems like one cloth. I talked a bit about that n the video below. It's a kind of visual mending. I call it Integrated Applique. And I've added it to the Feel Free Index in the sidebar.
But really even the most oddly mismatched bits of cloth can be merged as well. It's slow and intentional, you work at it. You find commonality somewhere or you create it. Let one scrap sympathize with another. Even if it is just to become stronger.
I always seem to work a lot on eyes. Vision takes work.
You can see where I folded back the edges to narrow the cloth. Crop it in a way. I will lay a thin lining over this side to bridge the gap. Or maybe not. That Deb Lacativa cloth...I didn't mean to hide so much of it. Maybe I'll cut through a bit on the front to expose more of it.
I am aware with some issues with commenting, but that is a TypePad issue, so who knows. I'll just keep going.
Extended to make room, space,for more day dreaming.
Today three becoming Tree. Dream becoming place.
Maybe Conjuring a New Day I am thinking.
AS IF each day is Magic.
The eclipse was dyed by Glennis. The rest of the indigo cloth here , samples from cloth I designed while working as a fabric designer long ago. I don't know why there is a square drawn on that one scrap from grandma's quilt. ? I'll work with it. I really like how the running stitch can be roots here. My roots.
I'm wondering how big this piece might become. Because really there might be no end to my dreaming. Discovering the possibilities of self becoming. Which is really true, isn't it? Funny how we put frames around that.
PS, I've switched to safety pins during times of in between. Just in case.
I was going to post about yesterday but the sunrise caught me off guard. I had some Cs which are equal to 3 As(the original square)... and a few Hs which are 1/2 squares (A) (that quilt math thing). So I cut one of the moon squares , leaving a bit to fold back and turned an A into an H. And I think I might do a moon-rise as well. I have to shovel a path to the woodpile right now though. Funny how there is always time for a little nine or not so nine patch.
I don't really think in quilt math. It is mostly for explaining. And using stuff up.
I sewed this in the dark almost. Not neat but perfect.
Funny when I look at this I expect the sun to be all the way up when I get back to it.
The fire was mostly on the floor and mostly away from the roof and walls. It's now a gross pile of gunk and we are not even sure what we lost. Some old cloth, some paper. Lots of ash. The day warmed past the freezing mark so we had the garage door open. We shoveled ash. Part of the smoke stink is contained on one side of the house now. The room with all the current cloth work was also open to the air today as well at intervals. Lots of clean up to do. But I think it is not that bad. More shocked than anything else. Maybe a little of that is good once in a while.
There was a gap in the second ring on the Nest of Days cloth. Today I filled it. Not with what was pinned there the other day, but with a loose page from the little cloth book I was working on during Small Journeys, while considering Free Pages. From Scrap Book one.
Another ring is complete. I flipped the cloth to look at it many ways. It seems to work well like this. I like the shift right above the eye. That happened way back here and I fit it into the grid by adjusting the cloth around it.
This ring seems to be about the expected and the unexpected. I am trying to put that into words. It's like the checkerboard built with dark and light and 9s. I planned it in a way. It took awhile but I sort of knew what was coming next as I went along. So much so that I even grew impatient to see it like that. And then. A gap. A gap that stayed for a few days. And now this, the moons, an unexpected filler but really moons are also part of the expected. Especially as a symbol. And now it is all mixed up. In my mind. This ring of days. So that is just a few words about that. Maybe I am considering order vs natural order.
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