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Things are stacking up Again...I'll be dropping a few things in the shop here and there. Supplies are sold separately through the Threadcrumbs Shop. Link up top.
Reconsidering Spaced out as a base for space then.
Working with one of those dyed bases here. And the nine from here. For now. Thinking about creating a pieced version of this base idea as well. And then maybe some other ways, there might be so many. I like this version of space. Divided by what is, a sense of order floating in it. Instead of harem cloth I used a small cotton print behind the thin dyed cloth. For the stabilizing layer. I like starry effect, blurred, like in a fog. There are many ways to play with this format. There is the center, the sense of windows, the spaces in between. Connecting the squares like dots, horizontally, vertically. All ways like a star. Well, shall we?
Note to self: A base, the field of space we choose to work within gives context to the story unfolding. Or sometimes the context can be the whole story. A not so blank slate. A welcome mat. Oh ha. I'm back!
The man scanned and cleaned the hard drive. He has patience like that.
I stitched the lines (continued from here) I drew online while I was not online. (I did add another layer of harem cloth, I'll show that tomorrow.
I used the split backstitch using two strands of floss. For the sun lines I used short thread ends from the thread nest, varied shades of warmth. Because that is what I had. I like to use what I have and I realize it has given a certain form, style to my work. Anyway, I like the variation. And I like the difference in the two line styles, the difference in weight. Spacing. That seems to create some other sense of space. Depth.
At the same time I began to notice the triangles forming in the spinning overlapping ghostlines. I just drew another layer, another digital line over the photo. This time just one out of curiosity. And I see the star. Forming.
And a new kind of solar system.
The cold has moved in and it's time to rearrange the living/working spaces.
And the stippling style from my old illustrations has obvious use here. Maybe even more now, since I have been unrolling, noticing how this drawing style crept in. I think Thread Beads grew from this habit.
So to continue...
Some of the stitching I began when the class was running,below....
I did quite a few of these. The stippling was a combination of thread beads and tiny random back stitches.
I am making new ones now. I want to stay with this for a while. Below, a few of the originals.
I also brought back an old photo of one of the first spirit cloths I made as a gift for a newborn baby, because I have fond memories making it . And because it is very sun moon stars. And because I used the above drawing as inspiration for all the little things that were floating in space. The rays of the sun gave them some purpose and order. But I did not use the stipple here. Mostly because by the time I would have been getting to it, the baby was being born. Now that I have a bit of time on my hands, I am looking again, thinking that all the little things themselves are a kind of stippling , yes?
This is the center of the quilt. I did not take the photo. Around the sun it says: With time and patience the mulberry leaf becomes a silk gown. Which is a Chinese proverb.
Another reference, the shirt I made for my son. 1978. Before I named them thread beads and wrap stitch.
So today again considering little things floating in space. Some Galaxy Storming for later.
And the last of the home gown indigo. Because the deer ate the last clump. Before it bloomed. No seeds. They ate the daisies too. Before they opened. That's it. The last garden. The planted kind.
I'm not exhausted, just Tired. Tired of dark days. But let's not dwell on that. Mom's words, don't dwell on that.
Ok. I noticed again the seasonal deck shibori. I closed my eyes and said across moons quietly to myself.
Consider how one thing becomes another.
And so with the last dips, that always work themselves more towards turquoise, I began to consider how one thing might become another. The indigo over rust. Moonish, but a bit like a world. And then I thought about worlds apart. Focused on the space between worlds. But then the line emerged on the fold that seemed to highlight the in between. And then, all the while trying to engineer a blurred edge. To soften the difference between what is and what isn't which always encourages what might become...I returned to some old considering of wings, how becoming is about living in between. Embracing not this or that but reaching outward in all directions blurring the edges of that and just going.
On thing might become another if there is enough time.
Vibrating outward is life.
SunMoonStars is a home base for witnessing change.
If we have enough time will SunMoonStars become anything. Everything?
Is focus really limited to itself, or just an anchor to the that which moves through us?
Can focus add the not just going to the just going. Intention?
Here. I like that the stitch seems to hold such intention. Running walking straight through it. Standing there.
I stitched by the window. The stitches and the seam, not perfect. But a seam all the same. My little solar system holds together. Just fine. The shifted grid works well for me, like the shift in season. I like the order of the grid within the little cloth, dividing space makes it easier to understand, while the unevenness of the open edge gives room for the unexpected. Unknown. And acceptance. The sun popped out just then. Just for a moment. Smile.
Note to self: An idea is a light bulbSUNNY moment.
So the big storm brought no rain but chill on the wind.
The temperature might drop into the 50s. Tonight.
We are going. Though it seems the same, it's not.
Right now it is hard to capture the subtle change in the surroundings. The edge of season is like looking through one to catch a glimpse of another.
I'm adding a circle to Autumn Eyes. Continued from here. The circle and the nine patch is an old favorite. I like how the layering divides the space and creates a natural Oneness. And it forms in my mind like this. Like a bubble. An invisible basket? Floating across my field of vision. An elusive (lens) frame of reference. As I wait for it to settle in. Hoping to get a clearer view. It might be a Dream Catcher. Another kind of eye.
Tomorrow I will update the shop, though I've already lost interest in any kind of schedule. In Between is taking hold. Over the weekend I will do an Audio Test for Sun Moon Stars. Talk a bit about that
It's relatively cooler. Yes. Drier? Not so much. Since humidity drives me close to insanity, Sanity seemed a sensible direction. So I'm back to it. Specifically , back to here with the feeling it gave me. The thread that runs through it. Which condenses so many ideas down to less. Less is good in this weather. Some times I just drape white sheets over everything. It slows me down and cools me down.
So the woven line. It really is like a running stitch. Made while weaving. So much related to stitch. Bringing me back to the root sense of how sewing is weaving. How those two things are entangled in the forms that emerge in my work.
And the line part of it. Here the seams and the stitched lines. Like drawing. A thread again that runs through me. It. I've begun to really concentrate on the thread lines. How many ways they run through it. Might run through it.
So far in the context of this patchwork:
The woven lines might seem like seam lines.
The seam lines might seem like drawn lines.
The stitched line might seem like drawn or seam lines.
The stitched lines might continue or connect seam lines or woven lines, dividing the space like the other.
Each kind of line has a different character but is still useful as a line. Line as it divides space.
I did a lot of thinking about this in Whispering White, so I'll bring a lot of that back here in the context of the Sanity project. And maybe when this humidity lifts I can figure out what is wrong with my video situation and get rolling again.