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Things are stacking up Again...I'll be dropping a few things in the shop here and there. I do not take reservations or commissions. Supplies are sold separately through the Threadcrumbs Shop. Link up top.
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.
Acorn found. Acorns dropping. Time to begin gathering. I make ink, and use the tannin rich bath for dyeing. I did a bit of stitching here. To build that cross from Nine. Part of my Nine Forever/Crossroads and how it implies endless expansion of center. And the balance in that. But that is way too deep for today. Today is a be outside day.
This one has been hanging around for a while.
I want to say that I look at it and I think the moon made her blush. And eventually she will find her new face. A stray might have many faces, but they are all who she is. At the moment.
So this Early August Stray. She found herself leaning into the moon.
But then soon began considering that. Leaning. Tendency really.
Today's questions include:
Is leaning into the moon really leaning into the memory of the moon? Since we know it so well to be a constant, is there really ever a New Moon? Is leaning into the moon really leaning on the moon? What is leaning? Is it resting? Depending? Needing? Pull? Are we always leaning? Is straying, in some kind of way, leaning. Leaning away, as it sometimes might happen.
I have been playing with splitting images. (Mentioned it in a post back here) The moon especially. Let it come in from one side and at the same time seem to be leaving on the other. So while leaning on the moon, to the left as it was, the figure is not leaning on the moon to the right as it is.
But I asked myself if the Early August Stray might not be leaning in both directions, by imagining a kind of rocking. Here just caught in part of that. Maybe a second later , in between, before leaning in the other direction.
Dancing in a way.
I cut the moons in half to do this, and laugh at how it is really only one moon. Old and New are one. More or Less. The dance simply embracing that.
This stray has not made it into this Saturday's Shop update. IN fact,I am leaning away from that whole thing already. I want to float in between. That is where I find clarity. I don't like either word. Gallery or Shop. I'm not with that. Those ideas. I'm just here. Offering a thing or two now and then. (something just now.) Dancing around that. Stop by once in a while.
Sleepless through the night, but here I am, just a bit tired.
And it is 69 degrees. Ahhhh.
It has rained a lot, much more leafing and growth. And the deer have made themselves scarce. I have very short tomato plants. But still tomatoes. I am sure there will be at least Nine.
August is always bittersweet. I heard crickets last night. They are already advertising school supplies in local shops. I so remember how that felt when summer vacation was only half over.
I updated my News, button up top. Been a while. I released Cloth to Cloth. A big step for me because it is so close to my heart. Bigger steps are good exercise. That's what I said to myself. Exercise is good for the heart.
I am imagining Nine of these. Remembering back to when moon face first appeared to me. The moon back then dyed by Laura Mayotte, she's on Flickr over here. Way before my own indigo dyeing days. Time sure flies. Across moons.
Some where along the way it became more than what it is commonly defined as. For me.
It is a compositional tool. Commonly used. But for me, the way it began, was as a tendency. And a way to connect.
I made a few notes to myself this morning. Just to remind myself.
Remind myself of how definition comes to be. How redefinition refreshes how we know. What might be. How we might begin to explain how it might happen through redefinition.
My notes included:
How worlds apart might come together.
Alignment is a TENDENCY (related to SENSE)... the strength in that; Good, Bad, or Indifferent.(following)
The root of the word is line. A-line-ment. Often definitions deal with reference to a straight line.
For me, not always a straight line.
For me. A path related to FLOW. A STORY-LINE. A WAY to NEW FORM.
Today I begin a long process of organizing the notes to self in order to better talk abut my wacky theories about composition. I seem to have a tendency to just go but really there is thought behind it. The conversation has often been a silent one with myself. Notes to self are, I realize , often in my own language. I will work on making them easier to understand on a page called SPIRIT CLOTH LANGUAGE which will pop up over at FEEL FREE soon enough.
This nine, The Tendency to Align, is the first piece of the outer ring of the Nest of Days. (...continued from here.)
It will be the Wonder-Ring. A big one to remind me of the need for space. The cloth will grow a lot.
Making room for more wondering. Not too much longer. Just enough to make it a path.
The Nest of Days cloth has been on the wall for a while now. No more rings have been added. It seems to absorb anything I place there. Takes it in. Holds it and says it is OK. Don't think too much. Rest here. The Nest of Days is an embrace.
I have been working on the hundreds of components for the outer ring, using an itajime technique, clamping a cloth sandwich, between two circle shapes, dyed in the indigo vat. Sounds simple, but it does take time. Some are dipped many many times to produce a deep blue. The natural vat takes many many more dips. It has been months and I have accumulated something like 999 heavenly bodies. That' a good number. Ha!
I learned this clamping technique from my friend Glennis who has kindly joined me in Feeling Free, her basic shibori class is listed on Feel Free Under Dyeing which will take you to her blog where the listing is in her sidebar.
I am over-dyeing with indigo here. Continuing to use up some old scraps of self. Give them new life. I talked a bit about over-dyeing here. In case you haven't roamed through my Whispering Color class. During those considerings I also what-iffed a bit with some clamp-less moons.