Mostly that doesn't happen. I wake often. And Soul-o wakes me. To talk, to eat. To go out, to... just to wake me. Last night he slept. Up early, both of us. My camera takes weird pictures in low light lately. It has many settings. It isn't the camera, it is me not knowing about all of that. So this morning is blurry even after a good sleep.
There is a red sky this morning. Dad, being a sea guy always said...
Red sun at night, sailors' delight.Red sun at morning, sailors take warning.
I always liked this version better...Shakespeare.
“Like a red morn that ever yet betokened,
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.”
This photo looks like one of Dad's watercolors. I think of Dad. I think of turbulence. Not in terms of fear. But in terms of life.
Later, I sit here. At the mending table.
Thinking back. How naive I was when I made this quilt. That is what distances me from it now. I long for simpler times. Yet I have left them behind, as we do.
The ring around the center Nine will alternate sun and moon. Time passing. And this cloth definitely needs a bit of turbulence. And a little less Pollyanna. It will grow up over time.
Note to self, although not a new one.
Mending is Design. Design is Mending.
PS, it's that time again. Blog remodel time. Expect interruptions.
I stitched by the window. The stitches and the seam, not perfect. But a seam all the same. My little solar system holds together. Just fine. The shifted grid works well for me, like the shift in season. I like the order of the grid within the little cloth, dividing space makes it easier to understand, while the unevenness of the open edge gives room for the unexpected. Unknown. And acceptance. The sun popped out just then. Just for a moment. Smile.
Note to self: An idea is a light bulbSUNNY moment.
I also flipped the rows of components around from the original drawing. I thought it might be more logical making the moon row closer to the bottom, the suns in the center and the stars far off, up top. I like to use familiar logic in arranging things, even if it is a sort of make believe story. I think this satisfies some natural order in our thoughts, drawing you in to even the wildest of dreams. A kind of truth as a base. Cloth can be like a world.
So now I have these, having started where I am. And that is enough for today.
There is much info out there about shibori and indigo dyeing. I might suggest Glennis Dolce as a source for the basics. Her classes are a good start. And she is there, with kind and generous help if you get confused. She is a great resource. And she is on my list of friends as well. She is listed at Feel Free where she has joined me in offering her basic shibori techniques class for free. Asking only that you might consider a donation. I started with this class.
Note to self: Good and open teaching is also a base.