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?
I used the contrast seaming (PAPERLESS PIECING style using 2 strands of black cotton floss for stitching) on this one, a concept (!idea) that started long ago when I was wondering what if I don't use matching thread? This led to a private series I have been calling sanity. Sanity in someway has come to mean something about the Undoing of the distraction of too much, letting focus be more simple. In this case, letting the logic of seams represent some sort of clarity of process. My connection to patchwork.
I reconsidered this technique during Small Journeys this year. I have several larger cloths in the planning stages. I return to this over and over, especially when I am feeling in between.
Here is a bit of talking from Small Journeys... which I will file under PATCHWORK-Seams, eventually, over at Feel Free. I will have an awful lot on that page.
What is it for me? I hope to answer this question this year. This is part of UnDoing too much. We cannot be everything. It is too much. One thing can be enough. Narrow it down. Pick a way. Then there is hope for clarity.
Less isn't easy. But it is ultimately more. In my mind I sense it is the kind of more that weighs less.
I loved this photo I took last week before company arrived. The stove top brew steamed up the camera lens. Perfectly expressing my momentary confusion. About dyeing. About company.
I sat and watched the copper rim make a mark on the tannin soaked cloth. Ochre. I loved that I sat there watching that. That I had the time to do that. That an answer is forming. And it weighs less.
Today I am restless. I am going walking with no planned time of return.
Because I already stitched this. Today's nine. For direction. While everyone was sleeping.