Some where along the way it became more than what it is commonly defined as. For me.
It is a compositional tool. Commonly used. But for me, the way it began, was as a tendency. And a way to connect.
I made a few notes to myself this morning. Just to remind myself.
Remind myself of how definition comes to be. How redefinition refreshes how we know. What might be. How we might begin to explain how it might happen through redefinition.
My notes included:
How worlds apart might come together.
Alignment is a TENDENCY (related to SENSE)... the strength in that; Good, Bad, or Indifferent.(following)
The root of the word is line. A-line-ment. Often definitions deal with reference to a straight line.
For me, not always a straight line.
For me. A path related to FLOW. A STORY-LINE. A WAY to NEW FORM.
Today I begin a long process of organizing the notes to self in order to better talk abut my wacky theories about composition. I seem to have a tendency to just go but really there is thought behind it. The conversation has often been a silent one with myself. Notes to self are, I realize , often in my own language. I will work on making them easier to understand on a page called SPIRIT CLOTH LANGUAGE which will pop up over at FEEL FREE soon enough.
This nine, The Tendency to Align, is the first piece of the outer ring of the Nest of Days. (...continued from here.)
It will be the Wonder-Ring. A big one to remind me of the need for space. The cloth will grow a lot.
A few days back. This one. The one that left an impression.
Because of the simple way it presents shift. How small things begin. How apparent they might become simply through quiet persistence.
But remembering what mom used to say all the time. Mostly about the quiet kids in her class. Still waters run deep. That is what she used to say. It's an old proverb of course implying that a quiet or placid manner may conceal a more passionate nature. But I always remember it. In some visual ways.
And so when I turned this over. Oh! movement. So taken with the arrangement created by the folding back I thought I might try piecing that. First I did a drawing (a drawing that will generate much more than this). Just a sketch of some of the different sections as they happened. Simplifying them as block like designs. And then of course redrawing them onto a square, that basic square size I have been using for 9 (still paperless piecing). The pieces were tiny, but I thought I'll try one, which was tedious. (Probably I'll change the scale before I do some others.) I persisted. Stitched it without contrasting thread to emphasize the thread that already ran through it.
I moved to the thread, I felt, sensed it. How the thread MOVES through it. Many deep things rose to the surface. And we have Nine for the Thread that Moves Through It*. It's all here for me. Patchwork. Nine. Line. Weave. Stitch. Thread. And how I might continue.
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.
This is a drawing I did while I was considering Considering Weave.
I like to draw weave. In this case I was thinking about distortion. And also how weave can so easily be expressed by drawing. It forms from line. In any case, I like a lot of things about this drawing. Which is actually very small but it seems huge here. And it seems a kind of eye. Even if you turn it. I will work with this a bit. As is. And then some.
Note to self: The more I look at it, the more I sense I could work with it forever.
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.