by April there are just piles of stuff. Pushed out of the way to make room for smaller going, fire building, whatever it is that winter takes. The studio needs straightening. There has been sorting that just generated the need for more sorting. My mind remains clouded as I search for a way to put things in perspective.
How wet it is. Biggest rain last night.
Good weather for reflection. I am enjoying the imaginings of how to use reflection as a kind of field of vision, applying that as a space filler in terms of composition.
He curled into a coma while taking the picture. Too wet for outdoor napping. Notice the brown in him. He, like we, are not always as we seem. We are all mixed up. Which makes us all the same in a way, if we look closer.
I'm on the edge of a new season. In so many ways.
I have, of late, just been stitching wishing stars and strays. Because they allow lightness of heart while considering things that weigh more heavily. I find comfort that way. How a bit of slow stitch changes a cloth and a mood bit by bit. I plan to sell the small cloths at Threadcrumbs for now, priced for sharing as always, to help support Feel Free. I will be closing the Spirit Cloth shop for now. I imagine I might reopen it as a Gallery and a way to sell some larger works. Maybe next year. Please note that if any items are marked "purchase by inquiry", you must contact me at spiritcloth at gmail.com, to get the details for purchase.
I'll be a lot busier with a lot of stuff this spring, so although I might still be posting and developing Feel Free, my presence will seem a bit thinner in terms of the wide web conversation. I will be changing the blog format a bit, to make more room on the main page. The Travelling Companions list will move to another place called Community. There are so many folks really, I would like to open it up and ask that if you feel you would like to be listed as part of this community just ask. I don't want to decide or even make it seem closed in any way. I only ask that you have an active blog or a public Instagram account (since many folks have moved there) and that you interact here now and then. For those of you without internet presence, I will open up a community blog for you to post work to, if you would like to play show and tell with us.
Old Feather Brows has spoken this morning. That square up top will surely transform into another wish.
So just putting my strays in a row and getting back to it all.
I think one of the first attempts at collecting cloth started there.
Thrift shops. And of course some of Dad's old ties. And his Dad's ties.
Silk. Jacquard woven. I always loved the little motifs. Even before I learned how to weave them. Loving them pushed me to that.
These small woven designs often become symbols for me. Or help me develop motifs in stitch. I've used this circle divided into 4 before. For me it is a kind of calendar. A clock. A junction. But I ran across this scrap while sorting this morning. I just cut one dot out. I made a note to myself about heart and time and season and the rhythm of the thing. The spin in the beat that creates center. The circle that the sense of things can make.
As I begin the index process for Feel Free, today, I think I might start with S. And try to speak about Spirit Cloth. I get asked about that so often. And really, every time I get asked, I have to ask myself again, why Spirit Cloth? The answer to this question always becomes a rocking back and forth between now and then. What was I thinking? What am I thinking now?
As a new season unfolds here, most personally for me, I know I must mend the design of my Feel Free project. Perhaps scale it back a bit to fit a more mobile phase in my life. Make it smaller but not less. In the meantime, I continue working on these small pieces that portray a wandering self. A stray has no agenda other than to keep going and enjoy the safety in kinder days. The chill has gone and the gentle rains have moved in. I hear the geese overhead. They are their own magic carpet.