Sometimes we don't see things. But then looking closer we do. But then looking closer still, so so close, we can no longer see what we saw. Funny how ageing might be a kind of change like that. That what we thought we saw isn't there at all. So we keep at it. Looking.
And moved all the computer stuff up to a corner of the sleep loft. For good. Out of sight until nightfall. Keeping me from sitting there too much.
Outdoors then. Except yesterday we got tons of rain and I kept stitching on this Kantha Moon (continued from here.). It has taken so long for the stacked stitch to begin to define it. But now it is getting there. It's a needle chant. I dyed some indigo thread but my estimate is short. The rest of the blues will vary because I am going to overdye some unused colored thread ends in order to complete the dark portion.
I like these two coming close. But I think they will move on to their own space. The deep orange square of cloth was a hand dye from someone else and it does not hold its color well as I recall. So as a blanket, that needs to be washed,not. A looking orb I think.
Cannot get enough of May's mornings. Though it was barely 40 here when I woke.
Fire building again.
This will end up being the center of something. And in my mind I am already calling it The Thread that runs through It.
Since it is chilly today and I have a fire going,I'll make use of that. I will boil up the pot of windfall and food scraps and such that I have sitting here and throw some old cloth in it, then clean up the copper pot and put it to rest for the season. Based on my experience, I expect Yellow Earth to be the color of the day. And this to be the last fire of the season.
One Loose Page from a little while back while this small piece was in a simpler form.
These small figured pieces, the stray cat self portrait series, are a path to something else. Even though a path often leads to a new place, this path I am on seems to have multiple dimensions. And ultimately might take me back to a simpler time when I understood how to embrace that. The going that is not a straight line toward this or that. With no regret.
I make a lot of cloths, not to have them BE anything or FOR anything except to help me SEE(witness)something. If I had to make a statement about my making it would probably be that my goal is to catch thought, make my thought visible, and witness how this might lead to new form. In the end I will certainly have to remove myself, the figure, to get at the form more purely. What's left.
There are many aspects of process. All the steps in between. I have to remind myself to be patient with those. Not to be embarrassed by any of them. It is very much about a kind of Magic. In my world magic is simply the process of Appearing and Disappearing. More simply Life and Death. All steps in between revealed makes it less of a trickery.
I let most of my thoughts float freely, so that those seemingly unrelated moments get to touch somehow. Sometimes it is just a pinning in between. A temporary puzzle solving. Like the photos below. Once two thoughts touch they form another. Once a thought is thought it changes the way you think.
The pink mending is split back stitch, with one strand I call it splitting hairs. Changing orientation is a good exercise in looking and balance. Dad taught me that. Changing the alignment of components encourages a different chain of thoughts. Story.
...and considering how we use making to map quiet observation, document consciousness. Gazing is deeper than looking. It is slower I think. And more importantly, more selfless. Two things stick with me here. I like the eye form that emerged where the two circles overlapped. And again I imagine this composition without the figures, the beauty and ultimate magic of the marks left behind, engraved by how it happened. And being there. And then later when we are not. The story map with a less ownership in it. Like a once tended, now wild garden, a place prepared for anything to grow.
I used some digital cut and paste to look at my idea.
Now also liking the whisker lines, map. The sense, the difference in tilt, a mark of point of view. How they might intimately intersect with others without planning.
Although this piece has a light-hearted approach, there is something very important to me in these thoughts today. Some explanation that whispers to me about the hidden logic in creativity. How things come to be by moving through us, not by springing forth on their own. I'll talk when the words are clearer.
Hand dyed silk mandala fragment by Richard Carbin. Glennis and Richard put together a classon this technique awhile back which I signed up for. I need more practice, so it was great to have a small piece from the master mandala maker. A great component for Gazing. A little something to make it seem bigger.
Another storm expected tonight and through tomorrow.
More very wet snow and big wind.
I noticed this beautiful cloth like scene between the two panes of glass today, the bedroom window. So amazing. The motion in the stillness.
I am posting again today because I am shutting down for a few days. A gap then, as nasty weather and then severe cold descends upon us. Some re-stacking of wood etc. And a small hibernation. Closing the studio. Living by the fire. These old bones know February well.