Ultimately, this piece has huge significance for me. How can I say it? Firstly, it is , of course, a nine patch. Then by focusing on the center three, the vertical column, it became a path through nine. It made nine about going. Expressed it as a way. I am very much about going. I am always going, going, going. I'm a mover. I mean I am up early and I am always active. Physically and mentally, on the go. I run circles around everyone I know. The man says I make him dizzy. He loves my energy. Sometimes he sits back and smiles as I run back and forth through a day.
I was looking at it. Adding additional stepping stones. Looking at it as endless in terms of possibility and size. I could keep going. Easily. But now what has struck me, not for the first time, is that the three, the three steps so to speak, imply direction and intention to go. There is evidence of having gone as well. It makes a way in some minimal form. In between. And it is long enough. The path. With this sense I look at it with a feeling of Being. Being there. Still going but not driven past what it is. It's path within the context of resting. Nothing lost, just smaller. Within reach, undoing ambition, the need for more.
Why is this important? Because this is where I am. I found the Going I love so much in Being. Went there. And now it is hard to go back.
Long Enough. This is my thought. I have been blogging forever. I've plans to slowly reduce my online presence and mostly my interaction this year, continuing to add content (there is so much more and thank you for your continued support) to Feel Free. And just Be. I've a Sanity Series (the art part of me) to complete that needs quiet as its main component. I'm word worn and I find it is easier to talk to myself without saying anything.
I am not leaving, I am changing. Becoming less in order to become more. Considering new formats.
(I think I last mentioned it here. But I can't keep track lately.)
I quilted it in an intentional way, using one strand of embroidery thread. I wanted the ripple to be more prominent than the stitch. I wanted the ripple to create a sense of intensity. Importance. To highlight the concept of holding center as not holding selfishly but holding a longer view. I wanted to express that inner peace relates to a kind of respect for self as everything else, even if imagined. I like how what is held goes beyond the moons, the memories, my own small sense of time. I like that the stray is sitting. Not fearful or running. Held. Gathered around center. But free. I like how the cloth feels. Sturdy yet light. It's about 12" square but I like that it seems bigger.
we are home here today. It's snowing but spring in my mind. A few things are settled. Home will change. Divided between here-ish and there. Center will not be affected.
I am spending time mastering a mobile format. I am quiet but around.
Soul-o is in, then out, then back, standing at the door. Like a messenger.
Preparing by stacking at least 3-4 days wood on the porch because of the possibility of deep drifting snow. Hoping for no power outages because it is Cold. Not stitching but on paper considering how we are always between growing and falling away.
How to express that in nine.
I might have time to stitch this while it is snowing tomorrow. And talk about that too.
I use moons so much. As a sense of time. I love to weave across them. Today the patchwork squares I keep putting together, one by one, have taken the form of a calendar in my mind. Thoughts about that fill me. The perpetual grid has formed a new image of calendar. Measuring persistence. A good thought to start the year. And indigo, I will grow it this year.
I managed to stitch some longer rectangles, not squares. Actually 2 of the original sized squares combined. Nine. Six dark. Three Light. Which made today's nine a longer cloth. The basis for a small journey. Longer nights into longer days. And then some new decisions. This is a phone photo. A phone with not the greatest camera. Because I have lost my other camera. (don't even ask) So for now, less quality. I am thinking it doesn't matter. I am thinking maybe I will draw pictures for a while. I am thinking a lot of things. You can imagine.
Back here, I talked about taking the figure out. And today I am looking and thinking about that again.
I used the back of some black printed linens and cottons here, because I like the sketchiness of them. Caused by the fact that the dye doesn't evenly penetrate to the other side. Funny how not knowing that might simply lead you to thinking they might be the "right" sides.
While resting in a nest of dayswhich I am so in need of. All the while considering communication and what that might really be. And not be. And then, feeling older but not weaker but smaller in no sad way. And then feeling free to wonder about wandering without leaving a trace. Asking myself about the obsession of leaving a trace. Marks. Might no trace be an act of kindness in some way? Then. Not having found myself really waiting for longer days but noticing how short they were. Are. How it changes the balance of doings. Being outside in a warm December. Aware of feelings that are usually buried in snow by now. Appreciating the solitude that still flourishes here in this kind companionship. Spending a lot of time doing nothing. But making new squares. Connecting old ones. By firelight. Knowing I might be able to do the same with my eyes closed . This new piece is what I am calling Nest of Days. These are all the nines I have been making in the past months, surrounded by the growing darkness. In old blue. Above, I have the small stray that holds center and continues to vibrate outward (which is now aka InBetween) pinned over a nest of days which is pinned over Holding Pattern. You can see the beginning of the next ring of dark and light squares that will hold the center of the Nest of Days. Officially acknowledged as the year of the blankets, 2016 will bring large cloth. A ceremony. Cloth over cloth for a while then. Later they will go their separate ways.
A few days with family, food and wine and I will begin again.
Sometimes my camera rotates the image I shoot. And so that is what happened. Suddenly, because I noticed, I witnessed another point of view. Which made the whole thing lighter without any other perceptible change. New form starts with new eyes. You can even close them. Still, the forming continues.