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.
I think one of the first attempts at collecting cloth started there.
Thrift shops. And of course some of Dad's old ties. And his Dad's ties.
Silk. Jacquard woven. I always loved the little motifs. Even before I learned how to weave them. Loving them pushed me to that.
These small woven designs often become symbols for me. Or help me develop motifs in stitch. I've used this circle divided into 4 before. For me it is a kind of calendar. A clock. A junction. But I ran across this scrap while sorting this morning. I just cut one dot out. I made a note to myself about heart and time and season and the rhythm of the thing. The spin in the beat that creates center. The circle that the sense of things can make.
As I begin the index process for Feel Free, today, I think I might start with S. And try to speak about Spirit Cloth. I get asked about that so often. And really, every time I get asked, I have to ask myself again, why Spirit Cloth? The answer to this question always becomes a rocking back and forth between now and then. What was I thinking? What am I thinking now?
As a new season unfolds here, most personally for me, I know I must mend the design of my Feel Free project. Perhaps scale it back a bit to fit a more mobile phase in my life. Make it smaller but not less. In the meantime, I continue working on these small pieces that portray a wandering self. A stray has no agenda other than to keep going and enjoy the safety in kinder days. The chill has gone and the gentle rains have moved in. I hear the geese overhead. They are their own magic carpet.
The sense of that something, I said to myself this morning.
Maybe not just because it's way warm for February.
Because, I know, Joy wells up in me. I am very lucky that way.
I cultivate it. Getting better at that every day. After a while it becomes second nature. To root out the sparks of it. Knowing how just a little spark can start a fire.
There are a lot of little bits of things on the wall. So many they have begun to overlap. I do believe this is how it all began for me. The cloth joy. Just little things.
The cabin blocks have reignited the fire from a simpler time. Many stories have come back to me, lifting my trust in human nature. It is like the smell of damp earth that was there on the warm breeze yesterday. As I undid the rest of the garden. Making the place back into a deer run. Hoping that when we leave they might still have a path through.
The new Star Cabin Block is holding a special silk scrap from Richard Carbin. I grabbed a bit of silk and indigo from his shop a while back, since he's right there in Japan. Richard and Glennis put together a mandala class way back. I haven't quite mastered the technique yet, ha! Anyway, he included this scrap that he dyed. A scrap of Richard Self. It has a few holes in it, a great fragment (he knew I would love it) and it holds up just fine. I think I found a fine use for this little gift. A Star Carbin block?
I'm rebuilding the resource list form PlaceKeeper, and I will put it here in the sidebar of the main blog page. In a day or so.
Joy to all of you on this fine day. Hoping you find something small to make you smile. And pass it along before it fades.
Note to self: these cabin blocks with the sun and the moon and the stars, they have become log cabins with windows.