Spirit Cloth

Green here.

We don't need rain.

An icky weekend in store. Rain. Humidity. Chill. No sun.

I have a lot of squares here.

That's nothing new. Neither is the question:

What if the sun was square? Have you played that game yet?

What if ___________________ was square?  Try it. It can really lighten up a day.

This one evolved.

Stars from Squares

Really, just to make a video.

And remind myself about a few things. But then...

Use this link if you see no player or a black box. It happens.

I doodled again, these square stars that are based on the traditional patchwork stars, an old what if.

Embroidered patchwork. I like the crossover between techniques, and how that adds to the history of forms.

I draw these all the time.

Sometimes just like humming a tune.

But then repetition  can also lead to change.

A slow movement, hardly noticeable at first.

I heard myself say that, how I had fallen in love with the rows of wrap stitch. I mumbled to myself, loving can limit, and I let go. I split hairs here. That is I worked the split back stitch with a single strand of floss, row after row (first named here). Appropriately slow for easing into change. Splitting hairs, as I call it, is the closest thing to painting on cloth with thread. It forms a thin layer of stitch that hugs the cloth and can mimic tapestry. I also love here the blurred line around the dyed square... how it left a soft line beneath the stitch. Isn't it funny how imperfection might just be something we didn't expect instead of "wrong"?

I've dye a million of these little square components on a million scraps of self, over time, for a special large cloth. I have a million ways to try. Maybe more. Filling space takes time.

Some leftover squares at ThreadCrumbs...

Water

I'm a Pisces.

And water has brought me back from away.

The day was beautiful, perfect actually. Despite company and stuff and more stuff.

This is how much rain has fallen this last month.

Dye pots were outside to catch it. The sky falling. Stars

A patch of ceiling almost fell down. But it didn't. In my estimation it would take this house far longer to disintegrate than me. If I were to stay here, that would be a mighty fine thing. I've not been sewing much, but I'm managing a wish a day. I noted to self how the little one inch squares, so close to my heart have become wishes so easily.

I'm like a fish swimming though liquid days. Getting though it.   

Vibration

(((o)))

Often defined as a rapid back and forth motion...

 

Here used as a symbol of a very special kind of just going which involves  rocking. Which I think reflects the emotional state of seeking balance. And that might alter the atmosphere of place through a sort of resulting energy and also be communicated, even if just sensed by others. Who might sympathize. And find it useful.

In sympathy with the wavy weave in the green cloth, I've made a few stitches to bring that out to be noticed and also to form a pattern that vibrates beyond the figure. I drew that vibration in white pencil first. Not too much, just the sense of it. The sense of what I was sensing. Encouraging story from the cloth itself. Using that energy.

And I've added fringe. A symbol of continuing, here like roots, continuing to grow then. Not so invisibly.  Since magic to me is the nature of appearing and disappearing, I like thinking about the magic of growth and how roots are so often hidden. But not here.

I am sharing what I am just thinking. So many times, in my experiences with others, that is hidden away. Or replaced with a practiced performance. Over time I realize that has been entertaining, but not that useful. I hope I live long enough to know what I mean by that.

The moon is discharged on an old Ikat. Ikat is made by resist dyeing the threads before weaving. Which I would like to try soon. (probably if you use the search thingie in the sidebar, type in ikat, you will find some old posts about ikat) I always liked Ikat because of how it seems to vibrate.

Considering Sympathetic Form

And how magic

might come to hold an unborn moon.

and become like a basket.