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.
(back here as a path) I made another, in magic black and white. It seems to keep the old rhythm that rocks me in a new way. Something for in between. In between appearing and disappearing perhaps. It all seems to come down to that.
I look at them together, knowing they are so similar but at the same time, not at all. I see the first as a kind of wandering. Straying. An accidental alignment. The other more of an intentional arrangement. Still, neither is planned in a way to be static. Going and then a sort of staying. Holding. (Note to self: Form is completed by considering it. Or form remains dynamic if it is considered, reconsidered)
Nine for PlaceKeeping then. For Summer's cloth pages. Pictured here a ragged patchwork spread, begun in Small Journeys. There are 38 pages now, loose, a few still blank. The cover needs some work and I will continue work on this through the end of this month. The format pleases me very much. Scrap book #1. Goings and Holdings. 9/2014-9/2015. The travelogue series (small journeys in cloth).
Chilly morning. I considered a small fire. But then not.