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Things are stacking up Again...I'll be dropping a few things in the shop here and there. Supplies are sold separately through the Threadcrumbs Shop. Link up top.
But really, freeing the Nine Patch from convention (giving it new life)started long ago for me. Perhaps just that idea that you can get anywhere from anywhere by finding A Way. Not THE WAY. Just A WAY.
So the free approach to the seaming, and shift from matching seams and thread, the open and untrimmed edges. A start.
Then, the tilt, the leaning , the shift in placement of alignment with the frame of reference (I have often referred to that as the coma effect)... this gives a sense of spin and movement. Begins to alter center. And with it the sense of what we know for sure.
A small step taken today, but it is a beginning. May be I will shift it a bit more to the left. Let part of it blur part of the frame of reference. Give it a bit of Bigger Than That. In the beginning there was Nine. And then a sense of Turbulence. I like the word turbulence used as some sort of state of confusion.
Anyway. Change. If only in point of view. This is enough for today for me.
Note to self: What if I had already stitched it down the expected way? And then changed my mind. I could rip out the stitches yes. But no, I think at this point, I might have cut it out, mended the hole and then placed it back, shifted. Leaving the evidence of the first move as another frame of reference. Leave the story of the going in the cloth. Let the layering of thought begin. Design Mending.
Post office. Preparing the house and yard for winter.
Many blurry pictures lately. Maybe from all the going.
I looked at this and many thoughts surfaced. Questions maybe. About the blur, the softened,ragged edge of image. And clarity.
Isn't blur a just another kind of vision really? Depending on what we focus on? How we choose to look at it? I somehow got caught up in that. The blur of moving through when we are not in the flow itself. The blur of what moves through us if we aren't in that either.
Anyway. I finished autumn eyes. I think I was influenced by thinking about space as something that might invite a kind of turbulence. Wind. Something indeed began to blow through. The points and protrusions are like pointers for that. Vision is growing and going in sympathy with that motion. No blur or confusion here. Just change.
I like how the center piece became like a small flying carpet. A place to ride it out. The storm of change. And the eyes are like stars. And the magic ring, is like a circle game.
Considering SunMoonStars and all that might include will help me finish many things. Clear some space for more going.
Today it is raining. Not a lot. Not Enough really.
But enough to delay the scheduled firewood delivery. Monday then. No stacking today.
But more water for dyeing.
it's dark today and the overhead light is my Sun
It is interesting how different it seem to be hosting a "class" here on the blog. It doesn't seem like that. It seems more like what I called a "Diary Series". A long term day to day creative journey. But different still, being more mixed into regular life. I think that is what it has all become. The teaching thing has merged with the blog. This is significant for me. The Becoming One. For one thing, it takes the stress of scheduling out of it. And really, it makes it all so much more real. Free-er. In a way it all has become one, less. But in another way it all became more. Now it certainly is more about Just Going. Oddly, the security code for getting into the original class was "just going". I marvel at how the layers of days bring new form to my thinking.
Anyway, this teaching series is now officially renamed. The SunMoonStars Diary. I made that one word. And added it to my computer's dictionary so it would stop reminding me about breaking rules.
I'll tell you why I like this. Because this is how it is for all of us. We share the Sun and the Moon and the Stars. And we share how it goes, day to day, as we find time for creative thinking as the world turns. We are not different in this regard. Maybe only in how we manage it, how we see it, what we expect from it.
So before I did some new storming, I cut out the text from the original word play and saved it as an image. Then I added some color. Digitally. For folks who are computer-comfortable, this is no big deal. Not everyone is. So in real life, it is like printing out the text on paper cutting it out to the size you want. And then maybe painting over it, using the text as a base. I like how the words then might become like image. A sketch or a painting.
When you paint with a computer, the color is always interrupted by closed edges. I laughed out loud as the little moons formed here. Not expected, initially annoying, now gloriously appropriate because I noticed them.
So I am stopped in my original tracks and the moon has been caught in my words. And my words in Old Sky. Probably if my mind had not been slowed down by focus in the first place, I might have filled in the spaces.