A few days back. This one. The one that left an impression.
Because of the simple way it presents shift. How small things begin. How apparent they might become simply through quiet persistence.
But remembering what mom used to say all the time. Mostly about the quiet kids in her class. Still waters run deep. That is what she used to say. It's an old proverb of course implying that a quiet or placid manner may conceal a more passionate nature. But I always remember it. In some visual ways.
And so when I turned this over. Oh! movement. So taken with the arrangement created by the folding back I thought I might try piecing that. First I did a drawing (a drawing that will generate much more than this). Just a sketch of some of the different sections as they happened. Simplifying them as block like designs. And then of course redrawing them onto a square, that basic square size I have been using for 9 (still paperless piecing). The pieces were tiny, but I thought I'll try one, which was tedious. (Probably I'll change the scale before I do some others.) I persisted. Stitched it without contrasting thread to emphasize the thread that already ran through it.
I moved to the thread, I felt, sensed it. How the thread MOVES through it. Many deep things rose to the surface. And we have Nine for the Thread that Moves Through It*. It's all here for me. Patchwork. Nine. Line. Weave. Stitch. Thread. And how I might continue.
And moved all the computer stuff up to a corner of the sleep loft. For good. Out of sight until nightfall. Keeping me from sitting there too much.
Outdoors then. Except yesterday we got tons of rain and I kept stitching on this Kantha Moon (continued from here.). It has taken so long for the stacked stitch to begin to define it. But now it is getting there. It's a needle chant. I dyed some indigo thread but my estimate is short. The rest of the blues will vary because I am going to overdye some unused colored thread ends in order to complete the dark portion.
I like these two coming close. But I think they will move on to their own space. The deep orange square of cloth was a hand dye from someone else and it does not hold its color well as I recall. So as a blanket, that needs to be washed,not. A looking orb I think.
One Loose Page from a little while back while this small piece was in a simpler form.
These small figured pieces, the stray cat self portrait series, are a path to something else. Even though a path often leads to a new place, this path I am on seems to have multiple dimensions. And ultimately might take me back to a simpler time when I understood how to embrace that. The going that is not a straight line toward this or that. With no regret.
I make a lot of cloths, not to have them BE anything or FOR anything except to help me SEE(witness)something. If I had to make a statement about my making it would probably be that my goal is to catch thought, make my thought visible, and witness how this might lead to new form. In the end I will certainly have to remove myself, the figure, to get at the form more purely. What's left.
There are many aspects of process. All the steps in between. I have to remind myself to be patient with those. Not to be embarrassed by any of them. It is very much about a kind of Magic. In my world magic is simply the process of Appearing and Disappearing. More simply Life and Death. All steps in between revealed makes it less of a trickery.
I let most of my thoughts float freely, so that those seemingly unrelated moments get to touch somehow. Sometimes it is just a pinning in between. A temporary puzzle solving. Like the photos below. Once two thoughts touch they form another. Once a thought is thought it changes the way you think.
In the beginning I thought I would set up a counting system. To measure the going, giving each square a value. Or maybe giving each set of squares a a value, a day, or what not. So by counting them I might measure the time spent in the forming.. But I changed my mind. I work on it as time allows. And now I am only measuring how it might go. How it happened in just its becoming. I have managed 64 squares so far , halfway through the 3rd ring around the center. I am not counting days. It has become a more personal calendar. Maybe measuring my ability to continue. Accomplish. Marking that.
I ironed it a bit. Not my usual thing. But flattening it, I thought, might make the seam pattern more visible, And it did. The squared basket-self is so subtle.
It forms almost too slowly. But I don't mind. There is no deadline. It just is.
I pinned it over the center of Nest of Days. To quiet it for a moment.
I used the contrast seaming (PAPERLESS PIECING style using 2 strands of black cotton floss for stitching) on this one, a concept (!idea) that started long ago when I was wondering what if I don't use matching thread? This led to a private series I have been calling sanity. Sanity in someway has come to mean something about the Undoing of the distraction of too much, letting focus be more simple. In this case, letting the logic of seams represent some sort of clarity of process. My connection to patchwork.
I reconsidered this technique during Small Journeys this year. I have several larger cloths in the planning stages. I return to this over and over, especially when I am feeling in between.
Here is a bit of talking from Small Journeys... which I will file under PATCHWORK-Seams, eventually, over at Feel Free. I will have an awful lot on that page.