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Over time, the components (the scraps, the stitch, the symbols, the names of things) I use to create a stitched cloth become the story themselves as they touch and overlap. I always assumed that how they combined would eventually bring forth new form. I've been at it long enough to be witness to that as an evolving personal truth. I have named a lot of the stitches and methods so they become a lot like story characters in a way. Friends, acquaintances, traveling companions. Then, even when I just talk about my process, a story unfolds. I am happy to see this taking more apparent shape over time. Eye-Dea, this fits. Sort of a merging of thought and visual presence. Finding oneself in one's work.
So in short. I feel as I explain the making, I am telling a story. The story of the cloth is the story in the cloth. And the cloth is self. Telling story. Cloth itself. Cloth, it's self
I used what I call marshmallow shibori here to tint the edges. I named it that because of the soft edge. I will add a new page to Feel Free for that but for now it is part of the Whispering Color series. This process works well with indigo because of the speed at which the dye bonds to the cloth. Indigo is simple in some ways and not so simple in others. Then again that's about how it is. All around.
Post office. Preparing the house and yard for winter.
Many blurry pictures lately. Maybe from all the going.
I looked at this and many thoughts surfaced. Questions maybe. About the blur, the softened,ragged edge of image. And clarity.
Isn't blur a just another kind of vision really? Depending on what we focus on? How we choose to look at it? I somehow got caught up in that. The blur of moving through when we are not in the flow itself. The blur of what moves through us if we aren't in that either.
Anyway. I finished autumn eyes. I think I was influenced by thinking about space as something that might invite a kind of turbulence. Wind. Something indeed began to blow through. The points and protrusions are like pointers for that. Vision is growing and going in sympathy with that motion. No blur or confusion here. Just change.
I like how the center piece became like a small flying carpet. A place to ride it out. The storm of change. And the eyes are like stars. And the magic ring, is like a circle game.
Considering SunMoonStars and all that might include will help me finish many things. Clear some space for more going.
So the big storm brought no rain but chill on the wind.
The temperature might drop into the 50s. Tonight.
We are going. Though it seems the same, it's not.
Right now it is hard to capture the subtle change in the surroundings. The edge of season is like looking through one to catch a glimpse of another.
I'm adding a circle to Autumn Eyes. Continued from here. The circle and the nine patch is an old favorite. I like how the layering divides the space and creates a natural Oneness. And it forms in my mind like this. Like a bubble. An invisible basket? Floating across my field of vision. An elusive (lens) frame of reference. As I wait for it to settle in. Hoping to get a clearer view. It might be a Dream Catcher. Another kind of eye.
Tomorrow I will update the shop, though I've already lost interest in any kind of schedule. In Between is taking hold. Over the weekend I will do an Audio Test for Sun Moon Stars. Talk a bit about that
With the return of heat and damp stink, it's been hard to feel the turning.
But there is turning. And this morning I noticed it, as I do over and over again. Season unrolling.
Color caught in between. I never get enough of this deck and how it catches season. And the many eyes.
Wood eyes. Looking along with me.
You might remember this one. If you recently ran through the Whispering Color Series available though Feel FreeOnline Classes. Or if you were actually there when I ran it originally. It was #11 in the Journeyinto color. You might review the videos there. I did.
So I unrolled it and renamed it Autumn Eyes. To update it. So I might sit with it. Bring it back into focus.
There was a bit of a stomach thing. Yesterday. I rested a lot.
I've walked through the garden. That's all.
It is turning. The beginnings of that.
Cooler nights first. And yesterday it did not reach 80.
I didn't do anything in the garden. I just passed through slowly.
Just there. Just like that. On one of the Butterfly Milkweed pods. It took two years but it is well established now. So I researched red bugs on Milkweed pods. And that is them. Milkweed Bugs. They were still right there this morning. They must like it there. They say it's ok. They just show up for short while. They reduce the number of seeds for next year. Some folks spray. Some folks consider it population control. For MilkWEED. In any case I stopped at considering it a touch of Red. For now. We'll see.
A touch of Red is always nice with green.
I just uncovered this. Nine for Growth. Part of the Nine Forever Series. Which was something more formal but now it isn't. From the post here, which was from Small Journeys (one of the free classes in the sidebar) here, and then here.
There are so many ways to do that. Cloth through cloth. Try it.
I think I might put a few Milkweed Bugs on this one and call it done enough. Nine for Growth. Or Staring Growth in the Face and Seeing it Look Back. Sometimes things keep growing without you. It might do that. It contains that. The going. Despite a few bugs.
Done with the sidebar gallery as well. Give me a day or two to clean that up(never mind, done). I'm not sorry for changing my mind. It's what I do to keep it in shape.
Longer view... it is another in a series of the Stray Cat Character studies I engage in to learn more about myself. So I might share that. So you might know me better. Because Why Not?
6 1/2" x 7. hand stitched, obviously, hand dyed indigo base. Vintage and re-purposed scrap. Linen cotton silk. You might hang it, but it might work well as a mug mat. Hand wash. $55.00. Email me to inquire. Poof.