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So I marked this one 1. I do remember starting here. The old cloth has writing woven right in. But it is hard to see what it says. An old cotton sateen, but not that old. This is the first 6" block I made. Just one piece. A beginning. I drew a 1 and wrote the word one. not sure which way to go. But beginnings, including this one, are often like that. I slipped when I drew the 1. I will erase that little slip by stitching (split backstitch) over it with thread. It is a record all the same. As I go I will fill in the squares on the paper with numbers. This will help me map out the basic layout. For now.
It is raining today so it was nice to see the sun block right next to 1. It will be 2. Not that it was, but it is now. I wanted to do do a bit of video here, but the day is too dark and rain makes me lazy about those things.
This block looked like this before the face wore off. I had padded it with a piece of batting, and noticing it was the synthetic kind, I cut it off instead of recovering it. I don't use the polyester kind of batting ever any more. Polyester is "hard". It can actually cut through old cloth (which I use a lot) as it rubs. Not to mention that the fibers migrate and get into your skin. So. Gone. These things I learned later, so now I go forward with where my thought have arrived.
So you can see, I had arranged the petal appliques around a circle and then added a padded circle to the center and then covered that with cloth and quilted the face which gave it dimension.
I think I will try something like this for the mending:
This video is from one lesson in the Sun Mon Stars workshop
click here to watch the video if you see no player or a black box.
Because one of a kind has always been how it is for me.
My original internet name was onebyjude. Before spiritcloth.
It was about handmade I guess. Not factory made. But also originality. In a softer way. Maybe the celebration of what moves through meus. How special that is.
Anyway, I rarely try to duplicate anything.
Handmade kind of insures that. Variation. Imperfection. Slow evolution. But not duplication. Sometimes I go with a thought more than one time though. I sort of copy myself. But not copy, continue. To witness evolution in my own path. To remind myself not to stand still. Of the opportunity to build on what went before. To feel the flow.
Note to self: Sharing thought, through teaching, is a way to expand it. Sympathetic evolution is not duplication. It is design mending when we feel free.
Two. Two bases. Again, but not really. The base process is simply that. Creating a foundation for thoughts and experiments. These are small but I bet I can cram a lot of small journeys into them. I suppose a lot of you have been through the Base Lesson over at Spirit Cloth 101. So I am doing the same thing really, here. Starting something. I added a bit of thin cloth. Harem cloth in this case. Because I have some here. I have a lot of it. And I don't think I need all of it. So maybe I can share some of it over at ThreadCrumbs in small bits as a free addition to some of the component packs. Just big enough for a little something. You only need a bit. No sense in buying a whole bunch of it before you try it. I've put a link to it in the resource list anyway. Up to you. I try to get away from more stuff. Hence the stray bits approach.
This is a patchwork base. Put together rather freely. Maybe I will make a few more using other methods. See how that leads me in other directions. I have already pinned these to the thin cloth. To begin to give the base some weightless substance. I switched to safety pins this last year, I stuck myself too many times. Besides I like the idea of safety. The holding. My next step is the glue stitch (the invisible baste).
A few things about Three. On the second base I stuck with the Three groups of Three. Across. I also used Three larger elements in the center vertically. To balance the horizontal flow I guess. But also to accentuate that in between standing thing. Which happened yesterday. I also added a new star idea. That square format that comes from patchwork. The one I like to call the wishing star. Simple. A square. I had dyed one before the vat expired. I used a couple of small square ceramic tiles, left over from redoing the bathroom, for the resist.
Again, just a simple walking stitch. It's path leaving a shaped trail. There could even be a story there. Later.
I dyed 3 more. To play with.
Couldn't stop one of them from beginning a spin.
There are many ways to make shapes on cloth. I've been dyeing. But while I wait for a new vat to ripen, I'll try a few more ways. One at a time.
And the last of the home gown indigo. Because the deer ate the last clump. Before it bloomed. No seeds. They ate the daisies too. Before they opened. That's it. The last garden. The planted kind.
I'm not exhausted, just Tired. Tired of dark days. But let's not dwell on that. Mom's words, don't dwell on that.
Ok. I noticed again the seasonal deck shibori. I closed my eyes and said across moons quietly to myself.
Consider how one thing becomes another.
And so with the last dips, that always work themselves more towards turquoise, I began to consider how one thing might become another. The indigo over rust. Moonish, but a bit like a world. And then I thought about worlds apart. Focused on the space between worlds. But then the line emerged on the fold that seemed to highlight the in between. And then, all the while trying to engineer a blurred edge. To soften the difference between what is and what isn't which always encourages what might become...I returned to some old considering of wings, how becoming is about living in between. Embracing not this or that but reaching outward in all directions blurring the edges of that and just going.
On thing might become another if there is enough time.
Vibrating outward is life.
SunMoonStars is a home base for witnessing change.
If we have enough time will SunMoonStars become anything. Everything?
Is focus really limited to itself, or just an anchor to the that which moves through us?
Can focus add the not just going to the just going. Intention?
Here. I like that the stitch seems to hold such intention. Running walking straight through it. Standing there.
I stitched by the window. The stitches and the seam, not perfect. But a seam all the same. My little solar system holds together. Just fine. The shifted grid works well for me, like the shift in season. I like the order of the grid within the little cloth, dividing space makes it easier to understand, while the unevenness of the open edge gives room for the unexpected. Unknown. And acceptance. The sun popped out just then. Just for a moment. Smile.
Note to self: An idea is a light bulbSUNNY moment.
Today it is raining. Not a lot. Not Enough really.
But enough to delay the scheduled firewood delivery. Monday then. No stacking today.
But more water for dyeing.
it's dark today and the overhead light is my Sun
It is interesting how different it seem to be hosting a "class" here on the blog. It doesn't seem like that. It seems more like what I called a "Diary Series". A long term day to day creative journey. But different still, being more mixed into regular life. I think that is what it has all become. The teaching thing has merged with the blog. This is significant for me. The Becoming One. For one thing, it takes the stress of scheduling out of it. And really, it makes it all so much more real. Free-er. In a way it all has become one, less. But in another way it all became more. Now it certainly is more about Just Going. Oddly, the security code for getting into the original class was "just going". I marvel at how the layers of days bring new form to my thinking.
Anyway, this teaching series is now officially renamed. The SunMoonStars Diary. I made that one word. And added it to my computer's dictionary so it would stop reminding me about breaking rules.
I'll tell you why I like this. Because this is how it is for all of us. We share the Sun and the Moon and the Stars. And we share how it goes, day to day, as we find time for creative thinking as the world turns. We are not different in this regard. Maybe only in how we manage it, how we see it, what we expect from it.
So before I did some new storming, I cut out the text from the original word play and saved it as an image. Then I added some color. Digitally. For folks who are computer-comfortable, this is no big deal. Not everyone is. So in real life, it is like printing out the text on paper cutting it out to the size you want. And then maybe painting over it, using the text as a base. I like how the words then might become like image. A sketch or a painting.
When you paint with a computer, the color is always interrupted by closed edges. I laughed out loud as the little moons formed here. Not expected, initially annoying, now gloriously appropriate because I noticed them.
So I am stopped in my original tracks and the moon has been caught in my words. And my words in Old Sky. Probably if my mind had not been slowed down by focus in the first place, I might have filled in the spaces.
It got real hot here, real fast. I let the color go for a moment.
So today we have:
A new Nine in cool linen. Nine for the Tendency to Wander. Just a play on lines, grain, off grain. Woven lines broken by seam lines. Just a simple slight shift brought movement. I concentrated to make sure that when I cut the pieces off grain, the lines would meet up and seem to continue. "Seam to continue" I was thinking. It's quite nice the way it waves. Almost curves, flows, in its illusion. And it's a path. And a kind of self portrait.
Outside the studio, the overhang protects part of the deck, especially if the rain is light.
(Continued from here)To celebrate the rain, the rain we really needed, I stitched the next section diagonally. Two strands of white, since one didn't seem to say rain. I found an unexpected opportunity to follow the printed dot pattern while stitching. And then I stitched the window of opportunity to celebrate that. I followed the shadow of the folded back cloth so it isn't centered or straight. Opportunity is like that I was thinking, not planned, perfect or as expected. Just suddenly there to notice. To go with.