I am looking at, thinking, about water. It is about flow. Liquid image. I have to go. But before I go....Oh hell. Maybe later. I want go try this on silk. I will have more to say about some other stuff later. I am going to stay up all night. The vat is smelling so sweet. And the cicada serenade ! Which means I will sleep all day tomorrow. See Ya.
I often take pictures of what I need to mend. Before I mend. To document the wear, it is so lovely. I looked at the photo yesterday while musing over the fix. But when I got back to the cloth, I realized the photo was cropped, and it was a 6" square, a 36 patch, and I still saw nine in there. ( Actually the math of that has great possibility, having more to do with 3, but anyway...)
To make a
long story less complicated I have replaced the worn patched ground
with solid cloth, a piece of my old linen shirt that finally gave out at the seams. So now I can play again with dividing space. Because I am
doing that lately. A lot. Dividing space. More about how that has
to do with everything . Maybe Tomorrow.
Today, this is enough. Just cloth. The one in front, a very old cotton sateen, yellowed with age. The one behind, cotton and linen, handwoven by me. With little holes to let the light in. Also yellowed with age. When you weave cloth, sometimes that's enough. You touched it, it has story, and the embellishment is part of its structure. I am in love with that. Because there is a real relationship there. A kind of deep understanding. It took a lot of patience to weave this. Although I do find a thread that is linen blended with cotton a lot easier to handle than just linen, especially when it comes to tension. And in return this cloth has had the patience to endure which is gift enough. Sometimes that is just enough. Today it is actually more than enough.