I suppose Path and Home have crossed over in my mind today.
I did do some stitching. The center panel is eco printed silk. You might find out a lot about the Eco Print process by looking into the books by India Flint. The only departure here is that I cut the plant material (in this case onion skins)into shapes because leaf prints are not my thing and everyone is doing that at this point. Right? Just trying to find my Way. I don't feel it is my place to teach this process. India is listed on my Placekeeper page under Wander and not Get Lost. I made a few jottings today. To gather my thoughts. Noting more than ever how they cross over. And Patchwork has surfaced again in more of a story form. I continue.
Ultimately I arrived here. With the Heart's Path at the center of Home. Now configured as some easy going Log Cabin arrangement. And I think I will leave the center block framed by a softer raw edge by simply making that seam inside out. Normally I might entertain doing these long seams on the machine. But I put the machine away for good. A long hand stitched seam is more like wandering than running toward a destination. So I will do a bit of that.
Notes to self:
1-The log cabin block is very much like a basket.
2-Seams might be used as personal symbols in some way.
It's just about April. Which promises to come in like a lion in sheep's clothing. I've been stitching on the cloth on the left, which started a while back while considering patchwork in some free form. And has developed though a simple method of coating a ground cloth while actually just using up what is here. Making many loose scraps of self into one. Which is a way to make a pile of cloth seem like less. But then it becomes more. I am calling it the House of Stray. Those three old stray cats, the Sun Moon Star Heads, who strayed together, are considering staying together.
The cloth on the right, an older one, named simply Shelter. A house of stray in a way too as I see it now. I realize it was just a way to frame going in a safe way. Just by putting a roof over it. But not really containing it. Being in, part of, the storm becomes the shelter here.
My only thought today is to repeat an old one. "Home is where the heart is." And then making a note to self, that one's heart is where one is. And where one is is hard for others to know really. Hard for oneself sometimes too. This might be due to the confusion generated by not being there. Or anywhere. Which might be tied to considering too many places.
House of Stray happened after I did this. A question about place.
(I think I last mentioned it here. But I can't keep track lately.)
I quilted it in an intentional way, using one strand of embroidery thread. I wanted the ripple to be more prominent than the stitch. I wanted the ripple to create a sense of intensity. Importance. To highlight the concept of holding center as not holding selfishly but holding a longer view. I wanted to express that inner peace relates to a kind of respect for self as everything else, even if imagined. I like how what is held goes beyond the moons, the memories, my own small sense of time. I like that the stray is sitting. Not fearful or running. Held. Gathered around center. But free. I like how the cloth feels. Sturdy yet light. It's about 12" square but I like that it seems bigger.
we are home here today. It's snowing but spring in my mind. A few things are settled. Home will change. Divided between here-ish and there. Center will not be affected.
I am spending time mastering a mobile format. I am quiet but around.
I love corners. in this one, I see life and death. And patchwork. And an interesting set of lines. I like that the patchwork might be some sort of perspective. I like the idea of piecing a view. I like the how the crack in the glass adds to that perspective in some imaginary way. As if to extend ones sense of space. By dividing it. I love the leg lines and how they begin to form a nest. But not stillness. I love that this is all in a place I call home.
I am leaning in once again. Lest I vibrate outward so much I wander off and disappear.
I have so much to say. But that's enough for today.
Except that I reserve this February, which feels more like April, for holding center. In some quieter way. I'll be quietly here.
I like the apron idea. Putting this bitch in the context of something useful. Protective even.
For a moment, I pinned a square there, and old cross stitch embroidered linen fragment from Grandma. I made some of them into squares)Domesticatewas on my mind. But really, I think it will end up with the little Home cloth. The bitch herself is already applied to one of Grandma's old linens. And now one of mine, in a way. Funny how a used contemporary cotton towel has become an "old linen" to me.