They stay. Change with the wind and intermittent flurries.
The leaves fall. The thorns are beautifully there. I am inspired by this image. I'll do some sketches later.
I've been stitching on this one. Through the fast. It was a color study/sampler. A noticing how one color might lean into another. It was about color AS change. And so may things have happened. I cannot speak about all of them right now. I just added the star, this morning, at 3AM. Maybe because some wishing came true. Or maybe just because I lean on tradition and like to honor that. I am almost done but I want to extend the cross-like shadow into the frame somehow. Into space. To make it hold 9 Forever. And vibrate outward.
I have a stack of unfinished work here.
One by one they are coming into my hands.
I feel very good today. Clear.
Apple cider vinegar cure was always present in my childhood.
I've collaged a few of my dyed patchwork components. And tacked it next to something similar that was pieced. Seamed. I like when there is more than one way to consider. I like to lokk at that. No matter how hard I might try I can never do anything more than once. The same way. Actually I don't really try to do that. I do like to create settings. It's a kind of PlaceKeeping. Bases for going through. I feel beasts arriving.
I just noticed the sharp pain is gone. I now hold a dull ache in the background.
Blue is a color. Blue is a feeling. I wonder how that came to be.
My sadness has turned into curiosity. More questions that answers.
I am not ready for anymore conversation about any of it. Unspoken notes to self is all that remains for now.
The recently harvested indigo with seeds dried quickly. I hung three bundles from the ceiling beams in the studio. The wood stove has been cranked up for a few days. I'm tidying up because most of my time will be spent in the main part of the house soon. The studio will be heated less often as winter moves in. Probably, we'll see.
There will be company today so I am using some quiet time to separate seeds and leaves from the stems which will go in the compost. I love the blueish cast of the dried leaves.
There are still 2 pots brewing on the stove. One pomegranate. One black walnut. I will try to get some cloth dyed while the stove is fired up. I love the colors, the yellow earth colors that come from pom and walnut and copper pots. But more than color, I have begun working more with the reaction of tannin and metals. These pots are tannin soup.
Here, more deliberately with sun in mind. Old linen soaked in pom overnight, a tin can left to rest. I've done these rings before. But what if this time, I leave the the cloth dripping wet ? Allow the migration of the black marks. It radiates outward and feels good. I love how the form emerged from a simple change in process. Maybe many of these today. They make themselves really.