A few small cloths and a bit of thread in my pockets.
These two, originally, simply, Cut from the Same Cloth.
I saw them begin to branch out. Become more separate. But then, they suddenly became more connected than ever. Through nature. And I'm swept up with the crossover, the nature of being human, how cloth embodies human nature in such a simple basic way. Ways, I could never count them all. The nature of cloth and human story. That is the Spirit part of it. The Spirit of Connection then. This one.
I'm trying to format columns here. It's a bit of a learning curve, to reformat. To practice shaping things to come. Do you see two columns here? Or does it look wacky? I like columns. It is easier to make rambling on seem smaller. I've more to say here. But away for a bit and then back. If this looks funny, I'm sorry, I am new with this html thing. Later. PS - Are both of these me?
the place where one lives permanently (residence, house, nest, address, dwelling, habitation, shelter), especially as a member of a family or household, the family or social unit occupying a home, a place where something flourishes (sanctuary), is most typically found, or from which it originates (origin, source, cradle, starting place), a place where an object is kept, an institution for people needing professional care or supervision (institution, rest home) , (in sports) the goal or end point ( home plate, safe zone), relating to the place where one lives, made, done, or intended for use in the place where one lives (homemade, homegrown), relating to one's own country and its domestic affairs, denoting the administrative center of an organization, to or at the place where one lives (local, native), to the end or conclusion of a race or something difficult, (of an animal) return by instinct to its territory after leaving it, move or be aimed toward (a target or destination) with great accuracy, focus attention on (homing in). Old English hām, of Germanic origin; related to Dutch heem and German Heim
Usually my (brain) Storming process is done in stages. First I look inside myself at what has been collected. Then I go back and look it up. Compare them.
Since home has been a category for a while, I have a lot to look back on. I think this is the first time I looked it up. Or I can't remember.
The reason I stitched on this one yesterday was because it was on the wall waiting. Still trying to finish up what is here. A little woven house from Considering Weave, one of the many woven components still looking, ironically, for a home. I rearranged a bit and stitched it down after all this time. Since I wove this rather casually, letting the threads from the color changes hang free, I used them like sewing thread and stitched them into the cloth background. To anchor it. I so sense the crossover between sewing and weaving, this works well to emphasize that sense. The small red scrap is a wool piece with a small woven motif that reminds me of houses. Homes not local but still homes. Far away. (the ethnic weave here is something I would like to talk about later)
To honor the word home, however we might understand it, I played with letters. The H is and old scrap from an alphabet print. I only had a small piece with a few letters, H was one of them. I've played with stitched words many times. I have a renewed interest in that. What with the index and the Alphabet and all.
I'll call this Refuge.
And I think the woven home will become a tree. And earth beast is nearby.
It was raining hard. The roof was leaking a lot. The power was up and down. And it just seemed warmer and drier and brought back memories of living smaller, doing that one room thing in winters past. 'Twas was a quick decision and as we pulled out the sleeper couch, I grabbed the cat quilt, which I had been mending ( yes still at that), and spread it out "face" down as a sheet.
Ha! Instantly it became the next piece in the Sanity Collection.
I think probably the other side of a cloth has always been part of my consideration. Especially the quilt. Which in many ways, over time, has taken on the sense of a Double Cloth to me, specifically the class of double cloth that is referred to Double Face.
Double-faced fabrics are a form of double cloth made of one warp and two sets of wefts, or (less often) two warps and one weft. These fabrics have two right sides or faces and no wrong side, and include most blankets, satin ribbons, and interlinings.Wikipedia
It is interesting to use this crossover in terms of my own roots in weave. I have always loved that the right sides of a cloth are often referred to as faces. I just made a note to self that, for me, no kind of cloth has a wrong side. I have a category for The Other Side. Maybe I should file that under Faces.
The lines are a result of quilting. Not the conventional kind I used way back when that's what I did. But now. As I mend and connect the layers with less regard for that. I need to continue mending this cloth for a while longer. It is helping me through something.
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.