May, my impressions of May, sort of got away from me.
Looking through May has given me some ideas for continuing.
I hung it on the screen for a moment. To look at June through May. The ivy is much greener now. I added corners to make it a nine patch. I like the sense of order it imposes.
June will find me in the garden, finishing the cloth I call Home, Considering Weave, and celebrating Mom's journey with family. Not so much here. I will be updating my Newsletter tomorrow and then some thinness here. Let the breeze blow though.
The cloth I call Home, there is still lots of space. Although my approach has changed, early on I identified that as a clear need. And with all the fullness of this cloth, there are still those open places. I rested in those yesterday. Enjoyed being held there. Realizing that emptiness is an interesting illusion.
I have begun to develop an idea, which started here.
To hold secure some of the emptiness.
A kind of shaped mending that spans edges. Still with a sense of through. Less confining. This time feather like. And as I do this I am thinking about space and composition and how to consider composition as filling and dividing space. Simply that. And I think back to many other days of thinking about that . And look forward to the possibility of more. Because really this is about holding space. Like a basket does. Once considered, space is no longer empty. It is a place. Because I am there.
Things are back to normal somewhat, the house is open but still we are hanging out in one room in the late evenings. One evening fire and then one morning fire seems to keep the house warm enough for the day. The one room we were heating has remained as the sitting room. We have decided to leave it as is. More or less.
The back room that looks to the deck and the forest, well I am considering considering weave here. One studio table and a couple of chairs...doubling as a dining place and a music listening area, since there are old speakers there that used to be connected to the TV. Which is now in the other room we were heating. And so this is a new quiet place. I could even see a little group of clothmates sitting here over tea and cloth. The studio is again on its way to becoming a greenhouse. With a bit of studio left in.
There was a lot of time Hanging since last night.
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A bit of stitching on this piece, a tiny wish on this patchwork pattern I have aways called crossroads. I will talk more about it later. Because today was exhausting really. Maybe just a touch of Spring Fever. It's OK. I am grateful for this long in between space between winter and Spring. I've a lot of considering to do.