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We live this way. Patching as we go. Using what's here.
Sometimes using the day to find just the right piece that might fit. Or fashioning one.
This is the sleep loft where it meets the stairs. The stairs I just painted white because I do have a lot of white paint left from something. And it makes a small room seem bigger. Photo by my boy. An early one that I have always loved because of how the distance eats the path forward.
I stitched two dyed corner patches together this morning. (dipped in Indigo twice, first clamped, then just dipped to get two tones.) I like the liquid path that formed. And the wings. I need to make more of them so I can complete a new Nine Lives Pat(c)h. I renamed the nine patch that a while ago. Nine Lives Patch. To imply the spirit contained in each one I make. The story really. Now, as a variation, I think Nine Lives Path would be a nice little series. The white linen here is still crisp and new,left over from the first linen blouse I ever made. I used to make all my clothes. I wondered why I am not doing that any more. I think it is because I am still wearing what I have. Yes. I am patching what I have. And I don't need much anyway.
Note to self:
The rectangle, the longer form, makes the Nine Patch into a Path.
It got real hot here, real fast. I let the color go for a moment.
So today we have:
A new Nine in cool linen. Nine for the Tendency to Wander. Just a play on lines, grain, off grain. Woven lines broken by seam lines. Just a simple slight shift brought movement. I concentrated to make sure that when I cut the pieces off grain, the lines would meet up and seem to continue. "Seam to continue" I was thinking. It's quite nice the way it waves. Almost curves, flows, in its illusion. And it's a path. And a kind of self portrait.
It rained and rained and rained. Still raining. Still cold.
Cold enough to dull a mood. But not cold enough to stop the flow.
Yesterday, again too gloomy for video, I stacked some running stitch (walking stitch actually) on one of the dyed patchwork corner experiments I talked about here. A sort of double flow on this one. In sympathy with the day. It's a slow process. It took all day. And that was OK. The day was so liquid I lost track of time.
I worked the stitch in sections, changing direction. Filling in one color section that moved through the patchwork. And then connected the areas by filling in rows. You can shift the stitch as you go, to make gradual curves, bridge rows, or just be free and less even. It finds its own flow. It shows you how it might go. Don't you love how it has softened the grid? Because of how the thread runs through it.
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.
Reconsidering that. And blanket. And holding center. Vibrating outward.
Many things might be considered at once. It's always that way I suppose.
But what I'm considering more often these days is Considering itself.
I like the word Consider. It has a softness. A lack of judgment. Defined as thinking carefully before making a decision, I am thinking maybe not even needing to. And Reconsidering is like a return to this soft beginning. A way to continue without rejecting. It is just about going. Considering is like taking a step toward something. Leaning in. Reconsidering is a kind of step away. A rocking outward. There is a quiet rhythm to it. This process. Small Journeys that add up to something. Anything. Anything is OK.
On the right, the beginning of the first perpetual grid cloth that I talked about yesterday. A cloth about dividing space. The center. Just white cloth, white seams, 9. Today's Nine. On the left, looking at a Long Time, continuing from here. In between. Me. As a doodle.
Today's (actually it happened a few days ago) Nine is not really nine. But then again it is.
I didn't want you to think I forgot about Nine.
It happened while I was pulling small scraps of self to build a big enough piece to make that square size I have been using. Which is 1 and 3/4" by the way. And there was a buttonhole from an old shirt in the basket. I like buttons and button holes. They are useful.
They might be used as connectors that are built right into a cloth. I thought. Since I know I have a lot of them.
What should I call it ? Not quite Nine for Hanging around?
Just getting back into the swing of the patchwork thing. Feeling light headed.
I have begun to depart from the square. And I'll be talking about that. I am shifting things around to get into winter video mode today. Even though it's still warm enough to be September. The light/dark is shifting.
That button hole looks like an eye. Which has me thinking, remembering Button Face.