Spirit Cloth

CATchwork

Still at Mom's. 

Couldn't sleep. 

Cat in the nine-patch.  About 3" square.  Or a bit less. 

CATchwork.


Zzzzzzzzz .

Dreaming about Whispering Cats.

Coming together

This post follows the making of  a special story cloth. You can read more about the Magic Feather Project  by clicking the tab in the top menu bar.  Or by using the category for HOME , the link to the making of this cloth, in the sidebar or under the post.

There is truly significance for me,  for this project, in the bringing of all these pieces together.  The challenge  of making one piece, one peace, from the diversity in approach, highlighting the One-ness in intention.  And so blending  is  my focus.  But still honoring the individual  creativity of the maker.  

 This video was made during Spirit Cloth Diaries,  when I was planning the wings and the blending process....

 

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There is such a journey ahead of me still.  UN-stitching the edges,  reweaving them into a web  with a bit of  my own techniques touching them all.  And another layer of feathers  to add in between things.  Weaving them in as well I think, where I can.    There are still so many feathers  here.

I once imagined,  that all these little feathers, might fly  in and  touch one another in some special way, with my help. And through some sort of sympathetic evolution,  would transform into some new vision   that might change the way we see one another.  Create a new sense of Home  for those among us that need shelter from the storm.

I am sorry that many folks are having problems commenting. It is a Typepad issue and I cannot fix it.  Maybe just an opportunity for some quiet time :-)

Stitching rest

 

 

I stitched to correct the curve  because it felt good to  create something more familar.  I rest in the familar  these days.  It balances  all the new stuff.

Looking through love

Since I have been spending more time at Mom's ,  I have been spending more time  with some of the things  she has hanging on the walls.   More time with my past in a way.    In a new way really.   Because I have seen  it all before.   Some  things are mine.   Like this drawing done of Mom and Dad.  From way back when I was in art school.    I didn't finish.   School , that is.    This time I  noticed   how different the image was under glass.   How the shiny surface always caught  the things around it.   How I could recompose the image using the placement of the reflection of the window.    And then how that new layer might  change the story. 

Love has so may aspects really.   It is hard to see one without the other.   Still looking through them all  frees one from  blocking the beauty in that.

This morning I enjoyed  building a fire in the wood stove  and watching the sun come up though some old linen.   Stitched with  a pair of imperfect wings.

Wind on Thursday

I continue to work on the Wind Robe  over at Diaries.    There is a cold wind blowing outside.  The winds of change are   right here with me  as some plans have been revised to accommodate life.   Mom has that little saying pinned up on the kitchen wall for as long as I remember.   Life is what happens when you are making plans.   Reminders don't work.  We always forget.     But Life remains.   Showing us.  Being there is the best reminder.  

So. Less things is better.   Simplifying was on my mind anyway.    One thing.     That might be more that one thing.  There is always a beauty in that.  

Today the can I use for some of my dyeing became my pencil holder.    That works.  When  the can is in the dye pot,  I will simply do a bit of sketching.  

Spirit Cloth Diaries part 2 is now What if Diaries part 1.  The series is permanent.    The place where I will be sharing  and going  if you want to join me.  Each 6 month segment stands alone.   And well, the What if Blog,  don't know yet.

There is a cold wind blowing and I am considering a wool robe.   To wear over this one.   One over the other,  another instance where  1 + 1 = 1.    A perfect pair-ing.