Sometimes we don't see things. But then looking closer we do. But then looking closer still, so so close, we can no longer see what we saw. Funny how ageing might be a kind of change like that. That what we thought we saw isn't there at all. So we keep at it. Looking.
I love how she seems to hold so many moments at once. And I can remember what's missing.
And winter Soul-O. Just plain comfortable. Young and unashamed.
Yesterday. The day seemed to melt into early spring. Most of the snow has gone. And with a day of steady rain, we will be left with mostly wet earth. The smell of that.
And winter me. Not the Winter Bitch from last year. No. Softer, grayer, not caring one bit, spending time trying to make my hair seem like thread. I did spend some time, late into the night, by firelight, stitching the old bitch.
An older and wiser Winter Bitch. Resting in a nest (basket) of lines and wrinkles and patches... I just decided to lose the pen completely. Let the lines form. See what emerges. And just love it. Acknowledging with joy that she is simply still here. When the ink runs out of my pen, I will not buy another. There is always walnut ink. Or no guide at all.
I am using sewing thread for the new dark lines, split back stitch, one strand of thread, splitting hairs.
It is February. I am very in between coming and going. With lots of loose ends to tie up. There will be gaps.
Winter Bitch continued from some old Small Journey here.
Today's (actually it happened a few days ago) Nine is not really nine. But then again it is.
I didn't want you to think I forgot about Nine.
It happened while I was pulling small scraps of self to build a big enough piece to make that square size I have been using. Which is 1 and 3/4" by the way. And there was a buttonhole from an old shirt in the basket. I like buttons and button holes. They are useful.
They might be used as connectors that are built right into a cloth. I thought. Since I know I have a lot of them.
What should I call it ? Not quite Nine for Hanging around?
Just getting back into the swing of the patchwork thing. Feeling light headed.
I have begun to depart from the square. And I'll be talking about that. I am shifting things around to get into winter video mode today. Even though it's still warm enough to be September. The light/dark is shifting.
That button hole looks like an eye. Which has me thinking, remembering Button Face.
Truth is, I ( We) will be wandering off for a bit soon. To look for America maybe. I will add a Stray Cat page to Feel Free this week. And gather up some stray videos from here and there so they are all in the same place.
I want to use this stippling as a language element. I want to name it Energy Field. I think it might be interesting to create a bunch of them. Energy squares. And then experiment with what happens when they connect. Energy is a nice way to express that which is in between forms.
Meanwhile, this one is very thin.
I love that.
Keeping the fire going has just become part of the day here. Season can wear us thin. But also strengthen us. It is all quite lovely.
6AM:So here I am, working through the technology issue the best I can. On Halloween.
I have to stick with smaller photos for the time being. Which means they cannot be enlarged. I am trying to put larger photos on Flickr but I see the gallery is not updating right away, we'll see. Maybe I will just link the photos here to there. Ok I think that is working.