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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.
Yesterday. This one is a new square sun, but really, more importantly, brings me back to my dyed patchwork experiments. I think these components are bridging something in a way. They are a departure contained in the safety of the box I hide in. They bring new form.
I love this one really. Where it started and how the warm center is holding and how it radiates outward with some random going. How the star points formed but really they are more like wind. How the corners are not cornered at all. How sun and star are crossing over in my mind. How it might be appearing or disappearing.
Note to self: You are all over the place. Can this be teaching?
See you on the other side. Breathe. Vote. Wine. Go Down to the Sea. Breathe.
With the filter of SunMoonStars I find myself focused on UP. I cropped this picture to get that corner sun thing. Again, there is something clean, simple, just like that about it. It's everything yet takes me back to that simpler time when nothing really mattered except the day.
Over time, the components (the scraps, the stitch, the symbols, the names of things) I use to create a stitched cloth become the story themselves as they touch and overlap. I always assumed that how they combined would eventually bring forth new form. I've been at it long enough to be witness to that as an evolving personal truth. I have named a lot of the stitches and methods so they become a lot like story characters in a way. Friends, acquaintances, traveling companions. Then, even when I just talk about my process, a story unfolds. I am happy to see this taking more apparent shape over time. Eye-Dea, this fits. Sort of a merging of thought and visual presence. Finding oneself in one's work.
So in short. I feel as I explain the making, I am telling a story. The story of the cloth is the story in the cloth. And the cloth is self. Telling story. Cloth itself. Cloth, it's self
I used what I call marshmallow shibori here to tint the edges. I named it that because of the soft edge. I will add a new page to Feel Free for that but for now it is part of the Whispering Color series. This process works well with indigo because of the speed at which the dye bonds to the cloth. Indigo is simple in some ways and not so simple in others. Then again that's about how it is. All around.
A quiet day, creating some new components with the pomegranate walnut brew. Now cooked down twice.
#1 is a handwoven cotton linen, I wove the sample way back, and it was wrapped around a tin can using a circle cut from a red onion skin and not heated enough to get color from the onion except for the very edge. 2 and 3, silk, folded and wrapped around a tin can, using some waxy leaves from the euonymus bush(which never gives any color)cut into circles for a resist. 4, a bit of indigo over rambutan rind on silk.