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Holes might be a symbol. Might serve as way to express space. And time.
I collected holes over the years. Holes in cloth. And paper. I like to think about it now, like I have been saving space and time. Collecting nothing. Or at least less.
As I recalled, I did work a bit with holes in the first run of SunMoonStars. Yes I did...as I looked back this morning. Let me bring that back tomorrow. This cloth is probably familiar if you've been coming here. Here , one time from way back, 2008. Among others.
Meanwhile, today. I simply just did this.
I pinned that little nine base onto a larger cloth. An old linen, dyed blue. Indigo(my first ever vat). From a while back. Just that. A little place(time)keeping in space. And I thought...
I am here, meaning here on the blog for the summer. I've retired my presence on Facebook, Instagram, etc for a few months. Maybe forever. There are many changes coming. And I am practicing for less exposure. Undoing the addiction for attention which sometimes I don't even realize is plaguing me. I think we all have that to a certain degree but internet blows it out of proportion. Since my focus has shifted from selling stuff, everything thing else has shifted as well. Reach has taken on new meaning. I imagine it more like a thread.
This old rotting Adirondack chair has been rescued from the garden, The legs cut mostly off because they were almost gone. It has been sanded and coated with varnish. It is very close to the ground. I like sitting close to the ground. And getting in and out of it is great exercise.
I prepared 9 white squares for Sanity. My way of starting over. Which, it seems, I do a lot more than I ever realized. Perhaps the never ending quest for simpler times.
Because I look at the computer screen to much. I'll be changing that.
The truth is, I spend way too many hours in front of this box. It's a lot of work , all of it. Time. Added to the surfing around, sometimes it is a good part of the day. I enjoy it but I'm no spring chicken and my eyes are important to me.
So we'll see.
Winter Hours maybe then. Not nothing. Just less. See how it goes.
I've added 3 eyes to this one, one more than the sketch. And I have a hunch there will be more.
It rained for days here. One hour caught it from the one before.
Sometimes when it rains. It can get into your heart.
When it gets into you heart, it is a different kind of rain.
And you carry it around.
It is easy to spread what you carry around.
Things spread quite quickly from heart to heart.
This is an old fragment. Started after considering weather as a component in Small Journeys. Especially Rain. Some practice on the "raining stitch". All day I sat with the rain. Outside. Inside.
I sat and thought to myself, as sometimes I do. I'm tired of people. I held the little cloth up to the light. The light that was on all day because it was so dark. And poof. The figure was gone. The rain and the heart remained. And it was beautiful. Maybe the whining was gone. Was that it?