Spirit Cloth

Goodbye August

So soon. Seems autumn already.

I let home and house occupy my mind in August. It helped me think about this place and another place as the same place. Home. And I have leftovers, so many!, still here, to help me transform my thoughts and images.

This one ( workt on a larger square this time)  I want to call Autumn House. I asked myself what if ? the roof turned colors with the season, and this one seems like a September October roof. A glimmering reflection from a fire burning, in the window. Not planned but how it seems today.

A bit of patchwork storming this morning. Just a momentary vision. On a print out of that little indigo experiment. One thing might become so many other things. Especially 9. Hard to catch them all. I like the multi-direction possibilities here.

This coming month of September I'll be considering reconsidering Wings. Just because they are on my mind. Considering what's on my mind helps me make it useful. Reconsidering helps me redefine that.

It's already begun.

 

My son turns 38 tomorrow. So soon.

 

Going aLong...

Hey look! She's reading.

The book is Embroidered Textiles by Sheila Paine. I have several of her books. This one is useful to me right now. Because I want to read more in order to consider "the book". Because, though full of words, I like her books and I want to consider why.  Because I want to re-read all my books. Really read them. Considering books then.

And (this one I call)Considering a Simple Life. A little long cloth is always a path to something.

I was caught by this as very important to me. Regarding traditional designs and patterns...as I reconsider my own Spirit Cloth Language. And its evolution.

 Sorry for the blur, the page was fluttering in the sudden breeze.

Not the first time

There have been rivers of words.

Listen to the River Cloth, one example, posts here and here. Cloth whispering.

Looking back, even the posts were rivers of words.

Anyway, this morning by lamplight. Simpler perhaps.

Words. Flowing.

I ask myself what kind of book would a non-reader write? What will that process be like? Like this I guess. But then again, searching for new form. I've begun by deciding that.

It rained so much here. More than ever before. I am certain when the earth is tired of us it will be death by water.