Probably too much of it today but then probably not. Humidity is off the charts. The birds are out singing in it.
Nine for Rain unrolled. On the table today. This is part of the Nine for Everything series. An important group of small cloths based on a crossroads alignment, within the framework of the nine patch. The nine patch has been the basis of my work since the very beginning. It ties me to the tradition of quilting. Yet, is takes me forward with the possibility of redefining tradition, which is my ultimate goal. This all allows me to rock back and forth. Between old form and new form. Sometimes I just float in between. A kind of resting.
It is the two center sets of three. And how they crisscross. How the center becomes a window, a focus, a meeting place where the two directions interact. The way there is a sense of path, continuing, formed by the threes. And then the tie to the sense of weave that permeates my thought. The vertical, the thing that stands. And the horizontal, the the thing that moves through. The sense of new form that might be woven from that. It takes a long time before things take the shape of persistence.
Today I consider reach in a new way, once again attempting to get out of my own box. Someone emailed me recently and said, "You share too much of your process. Protect your art."
Anyway. I am considering a new name for this series.
And by the way, just to be clear, sharing is my art. And in case you haven't noticed, I am out singing in it.
Not because of chill but because of dry-ness. Long hot humid days but no rain.
I am a bit fatigued with the humidity.
I just want to sit in the chair and stitch. Catch stray stories. Single strand embroidery goes so slow I can just go and seem to be right there with the thread. No line guide necessary. Most of my small works these days have begun as pairings. Those small beginnings that have collected in a basket. Two stray scraps touching. My goal this year is to use all these little bits. As story tellers. Quite often they are gifted fragments from far away places. By bringing them together it encourages a common sense as usefulness. The seam is me, in between. And for me , a kind of centering.