Defined: a state of waiting or suspended activity or progress.
Redefined: In between.
I am making a blanket. A human wrapping cloth. I want it to hold my son. I feel my sense of holding has evolved from a thought about center and vibrating outward. Pattern has a sense of holding. There is an expected rhythm. I think an expanding pattern has a sense of holding even if ultimately it evolves from its original form. In this cloth I am starting with the idea of basket. Me. I use the basket as my sense of self. I played with squaring the basket in Small Journeys. Trying to merge it with the square which was my beginning relationship with cloth making.
The concept for this design, then, holding, but not holding back. Rings might do this, gently shifting. Still being a path back to an original form. In the end I expect something beautiful. On its own, even if I had not explained.
I have decided to take a break through December. For many personal reasons not explained. But that's how it goes.
Just consider me in between this year and next. So ya'll enjoy what ever it is you do and see you later.
A large cloth, for me, holds story, simply because it spans time.
I have started a large cloth. For my son. With my son in mind.
I am stepping back today, to make a place to hold it, the story. Not just in my head. So it might be shared as well.
I don't know how it might become, because story unfolds. But I know it will be a blanket.
It started like this. While in between.
Just three squares. Three that would be in between two more threes. Making Nine. That simple beginning again.
Yesterday I took this picture. Of this cloth I named Holding Pattern, for good reason.
Before I go any further, I want to step back into August. Where I started. Quietly. Without saying. Because there are things to say.
I will create a category here for Holding Pattern. And a project page at Feel Free... LARGE CLOTH - Holding Pattern. And a Flickr Album so it can be viewed as a slide show. Because I know I will want to look back. Story unfolds . So you can only hold it by looking back.
I could sit and stare at a big cloth roll for hours. How the far away places come together and touch in unexpected ways. Home is under the needle still. The challenge of making a whole from such a puzzle was bigger than I imagined. Yet, it holds together and has me reconsidering how that happens. Why we think it might not. The edge turned out to be a combination of approaches. No loyalty to any one of them. Just the hope for holding. Ultimately I slipped into the blanket stitch, which like the safety pin, has deeper meaning. Its history. To hold an edge.
I am working hard in this month of September to finish this cloth and clear my mind of clutter that grew while I tried to clear my mind over the summer. Too much thinking is also clutter if it isn't useful. As I look out into the world I am saddened by lives made useless by a clutter of over thinking. Over believing. Making all things true into false in the process.
I have one more water element to stitch on this one. Tears.
I updated my Newsletter yesterday (up top) . And a few stray cats found a home.
It has been a while since I stood back. Hung it up. This cloth I call HOME. Right now simply draped over the doors to the one cabinet in this one room we are heating for the winter. Like a cloak it looks.
I completed the ring with green flames. The ring that circles the moon space with a slow and constant burning... So now, a little green. A Sprouting . I couldn't find any outside. Green. I know it is waiting beneath the long freeze. This was for me. And all those weathering a cold storm. I am not alone I whispered to myself.
Season is the circle we all share.
That might make it a way to know each other.
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