Pulled Across Moons is a good name I think. I like this one very much.
And it is raining again. And then it will snow. And rain. And then snow again. With a little rain mixed in. December soup. I think there might be some sun on Friday. Soul-o hid my little Solstice Cloth. When I find it I will talk about it.
Seasons are passing so quickly. One turning into another. Lives lived. Lessons learned.
This morning, the last of the dyepot(poet) water. Continuing. With an older idea, the more intentional ecoprint. Considering again, the redefinition of patchwork. Without seams. I'v been hovering here for a while now, show and tell soon. This time and once again inspired by the ever InspirationalIndia Flint. It is out of place for me to teach this. For an introduction to bundling. You might consider this. Learn. Respect. Support. And take it from there. Which is the gentle natural order of things. At least in my (unwritten) book.
Today, I noticed and loved how the morning light made a little story more obvious. How cloth can soften hard lines simply by the way it falls. Because it can.
I thought again how cloth softens me. How that has happened. How I might learn again from that.
The curtain climber is wild today. Must be the wind.
I simply felt like Longing has to do with change, a sense of it that might include a useful change on some personal level. Less like a want and more like a need. Even though it doesn't always turn out that way, it seems like that in the beginning.I used a thread color close to the ground color to accentuate the pull rather than the stitch. Because longing is rather like that. It begins with a shift, a pull. I am beginning to see this stitch style as a symbol for a sense of something. Here a full spectrum of sense has been born.
Then to take that thought further, a shift is the beginning of a new alignment. A re- alignment, and we all know how that might redefine everything. And so, in the beginning, longing seems a simple thing, but in the end, realignment is no small matter. And should be considered. Maybe even reconsidered. Undoing it is no small matter either.
This morning, on the table, from yesterday, Wednesday, when I asked myself, What If the doodle comes after the stitch? The way the light fell, well, the day did that.
PS. I long to be able to keep a conversation going here, but Typepad is still not letting me. So I will turn the comments off till May. Give it some time. Give it a rest. No sense worrying about it.
It snowed. Doesn't matter. Birds are singing, just as many possibilities are afoot. I've thoughts about alignment. The kind you can't see. But sense. The kind that builds up and settles in layers. Like a life. Compost. Idea.
If you are celebrating a holiday this week, best wishes. Me? Just going.
Found this at the bottom of the woodpile. I probably saw it before, but my focus on the basket has given new reason to notice it. And now a reason to miss it because the man burned it last night to keep us warm. It is good to take a photo when something impresses you.
I've been fiddling with an old collage from some time back. Just thinking about deriving some new line ideas from wood. Just considering that. Perhaps combining that with the basket idea. But really a lot more doodles will come first. The center here was pasted in, drawn with the finger on the screen again. i still feel the line has a human touch not realized when using another line drawing tool. It intrigues me. Sort of between digital and human.
Well it's Wednesday. Today's doodle is the digital kind. Because this newfangled computer has a touch screen which I hate but you gotta find a way to love things and so I did a bit of hand scratching, just to see. Sort of like finger painting. Actually just my hand sliding slightly back and forth on the screen. Eerie. Still an interesting way to record pressure and motion.