Good thing it is Doodle Wednesday, because I injured my thumb joint, and there will be no stitching around here. Not today, hopefully tomorrow. Definitely sometime soon.
I am enjoying being back on paper more. More and more.
And speaking of paper, I really like this.
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And look what rolled in today, they are gathering no moss.
9 stones from Cheryl.
and 2 more from Vanessa..
That makes 25!
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I have begun to move outward, and to distort the frame in sympathy with the original ring of vision. With dreams of expanding the cloth to cloth idea. This could go on forever. But of course I will never have time. But then again I can imagine it. So there you go. Mend your ideas and they might last forever.
And today I really like this.
This morning I was just looking. Thinking of how being in a place is simply not being in another place. How movement might define space and edge in a softer way. How the result of movement can be represented without it. The fermentation vat is fermented. Fermenting.
The small diamond weave , handwoven with two different fibers, I like how it dyes. How everything meets, or doesn't, makes a nice pattern.
I felt like crying all day yesterday. Something moved through me, without me knowing much about it.
I am finally back to the blue. After a bit of interruption I have been able to revive my vats. Even through I was not that active in class, I gained a lot of new knowledge from Glennis. Especially the nature of different vats. I am playing around with an idea that captures steps in a process. I think because that is the part of indigo dyeing that intrigues me the most. The changes that you can watch. This has moved my mind into another mode perhaps. Isolating parts of a process as designs in their own right. I tried dyeing and redyeing just a section of a tied piece. Concentrating on just a section. And I like the partial ring effect.
And then I dyed a folded and clamped linen that was soaked in water quickly after clamping. After opening I noticed some dry areas (the light colored spots) and quickly outlined them with permanent pen. Just to save the moment. Just because it seemed an interesting thing to do. To record. And it is a kind of nine lives patch. Stages of something. A story in sections. Some kind of natural order of moments caught. When it dries, the shape will remain as evidence. A time keeper.
This one is coming along. I started this way back in whispering hearts and it has finally been tamed a bit. I've been experimenting with ways to control the tension with variations of a Kantha stitch, a good exercise in relaxing all the blue that included linen, silk velvet and silk gauze, all so different in weight and density. All so individual but now working together. The new yellow rays have created some excitement, pushing the blue right off the edge. Fly away blues.
This started as a heart sampler and formed into a circle of hearts. A community. Like the sun, something life sustaining. To balance the Blues. There were 9 hearts, until I cropped the piece, but I can fix that easily enough.
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I stitched on this one yesterday. Quite casually, but with the underlying intention of continuing something quite important. The weave thing. That thing that constantly tugs at me. Not just weaving itself anymore I realize, but the feeling of weaving if that can make sense. How that might move through me and find new form in cloth. I am working from old sketches that seem relevant all of a sudden. Because I have never stopped thinking about this really, ever since I learned to weave. Maybe even before. I suppose what it is, is something that needs to take the shape through some sort of wordlessness as it has for so long. So I cannot quite yet explain it clearly, not even to myself. What was interesting was the bloom up top, why I chose that to be part of such a study in something so logical. Mathematically focused almost. These sudden thing we choose when we are not watching ourselves. Over and over, what are they there for? I think balance. That bloom is the wrong side of a floral print that I just think is hideous. But by itself, it is simply perfect anywhere. Without any other reason. A lot of times, especially recently, I notice that stepping outside of the frame of focus, beyond it for even a moment, unconsciously even, seems to offer a more complete picture of what we might ultimately be thinking.
3:34 PM...
I cut this short because I lost it somewhat. I have disabled the comments here on this post, you have all been so generous with your concern and comments already, I just wanted to thank you all so much. And to let you know that I will be a way for a few days.
See you later...
jude
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