So. I have been doodling for ever. Not just on Wednesdays, although that was official for a while.
I guess I started out on paper. Then I moved to cloth. But not in the same way really. The mediums are different. And how I feel about them. And somehow cloth always seemed more precious than paper. And doodles on cloth, more deliberate for a purpose that was part of a plan.
So this time thinking about cloth as paper. How that might change my approach.
Later, I think, thinking about paper as cloth. Probably I want to bring them closer together. Let the sense of what they are as a medium cross over. Without creating any multi-media approach. Because I don't like that much. I am more of a purist in that regard.
The sun will be out. And it will border on comfortable today. We have decided to let the forest move back in on this side of the house. We cut a lot back over the years, to make more space. Space for what (?) is the question now. The wildlife here is running out of wild space. Let this be a sanctuary then.
Just a patch of cold sunlight for this morning... Funny thing, this small journey idea, it has me thinking much smaller. In a new way. Like a short walk in any direction and then a short walk back. Any day can hold newness, Adventure. I almost think small will be bigger than I imagined. It might fill winter with joyous moments. I might have to post more than once a day instead of less than imagined. Better not to project into the future. Things change. Like the weather.
So ok, Free your mind jude.... or at least get caught up in something useful.
I got up from the computer, just to get away from the frustration of little stupid things. And then in 2 minutes I forgot all about them. It will be close to freezing tomorrow night so I figured I would get some wood closer to the house and also sweep a few leaves away that have accumulated on the drains in front of the garage door. Just fall stuff. It's nice out today. Cloudy and moody but warmish. Leaves are softly fluttering down.
It is just how it happened that I found so many leaves caught in webs. Suspended in space. They seemed safe somehow. Caught, held, a softer journey for now. In between. I laughed too, seeing all the fake spider webs being applied to bushes and windows around here. My neighbors making things look Halloween-ish with polyester fiber webbing. Laughed to think that they paid money for that. Cried to think how much of it will end up in the trash. Thought again that nature's own design here is good enough really, the real thing. Glad that I am not caught up in this consumer madness. Glad my son isn't either.
And so, back inside, just now, my little cloth leaves got caught in a web of seams. A web of nine . A way for me to catch things and hold them in some natural order. At least for now. I never thought of it as a web before. This grid. But it works actually. Especially today.
Typepad has calmed down at least for Now. And I am going out to pick kale for dinner.
Just following Susan's lead. Seeing where it might go. I picked ivy, as I am currently trying to get it under control, pulling it off the young trees. Got lost in the veins... and I think I might include the rotten spot somehow. I used one of the more unidentifiable April impressions as a background. Traced the outline from the leaf, filled in the river of veins freehand... there is such an interesting logic to them if you look closely. Love how their reach defines the form.
Found this at the bottom of the woodpile. I probably saw it before, but my focus on the basket has given new reason to notice it. And now a reason to miss it because the man burned it last night to keep us warm. It is good to take a photo when something impresses you.
I've been fiddling with an old collage from some time back. Just thinking about deriving some new line ideas from wood. Just considering that. Perhaps combining that with the basket idea. But really a lot more doodles will come first. The center here was pasted in, drawn with the finger on the screen again. i still feel the line has a human touch not realized when using another line drawing tool. It intrigues me. Sort of between digital and human.