Over night there was fading and curling. I wonder if it made noise I couldn't hear. I love how the Grape leaned over to touch Sassafras.
The serious stray that has been moving So Slowly has become caught up in it all. It was change that drove my selection of leaves. How every one was unique. A different little splendid Journey. Yet changing all the same.
It is possible, that even though moving slow seems to not change fast enough for us sometimes, that moving slow is the one way to capture the essence of it. Hold it. Understand the how of it. Change.
A few days a go I really felt like I ruined this one. Today, though, I am not so sure. Maybe there was just a storm brewing. And well, I'll make the best if it. It's better to wait a bit. Sometimes it takes a while for new eyes to adjust.
Things are back to normal somewhat, the house is open but still we are hanging out in one room in the late evenings. One evening fire and then one morning fire seems to keep the house warm enough for the day. The one room we were heating has remained as the sitting room. We have decided to leave it as is. More or less.
The back room that looks to the deck and the forest, well I am considering considering weave here. One studio table and a couple of chairs...doubling as a dining place and a music listening area, since there are old speakers there that used to be connected to the TV. Which is now in the other room we were heating. And so this is a new quiet place. I could even see a little group of clothmates sitting here over tea and cloth. The studio is again on its way to becoming a greenhouse. With a bit of studio left in.
There was a lot of time Hanging since last night.
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A bit of stitching on this piece, a tiny wish on this patchwork pattern I have aways called crossroads. I will talk more about it later. Because today was exhausting really. Maybe just a touch of Spring Fever. It's OK. I am grateful for this long in between space between winter and Spring. I've a lot of considering to do.
Like a world, it's a place where evolution is a given. As things adjust to place. Adapt.
In this cloth that is like a world, things evolve. Become. One thing becomes another without judgment. Which is really a relief.
I am still working, missing my April 2 deadline. Which reminds me that they are useless. Dead Lines. I am also thinking about patience. How that has nothing to do with waiting really. Waiting patiently. No not waiting. To be patient is being there for as long as it takes. All the while, one thing is becoming another.
I tend to treat quilting as a kind of surface management. Even though its simple purpose is to connect layers. Maybe more about quilting and layers later. But just to say that this picture shows how, after waiting a while, the cloth held by the river of stitch has relaxed . Into the stitch. The movement held still in such a soft way. On this cloth we call HOME.
And now in the hoop, it holds its own. Like a living thing. I am going to quilt the in between flat. Today I look at this section. So much space. But filled really. Space. Full of space.
The cold has moved through. And even though a few warm days will bring another burst of cold, it won't be as cold. And even though there might be a bit of snow, it won't stay as long. If it stays at all. So, tomorrow I will open the studio. Clear all the junk we've been piling there while we have heated this one room for the winter. Spring is about to take hold. I feel it. I feel grateful that it might be so close. And there is weave waiting to be considered.
I have taken out the only 2 seams. Spread it out flat. Maybe in my mind I was thinking it might become a curtain again. Or specifically a Door panel. Because I don't need it as a robe any longer. And wear has limited the stress that it might endure. I thought I might chop it and piece it back together. But there is so much here. Just like this. I got caught in the looking.
Once you look. Stop to see. You can't un-look. It leaves an impression. The first real look changes you. It gives what you imagined new context. It's right there. I could record this in my mind and then continue to manipulate it into what I imagined. But these days I am more likely to give more importance to looking. To the sense of what catches me. What it is.
What catches me?
The contrast of the old worn cloth against the cleanness of the background cloth, old cloth but not used.
How architectural it has become. How the front opening is like a door.
How the neckband will not lay flat.
How it might become a nine patch.
But then, an after image, after a long stare. How it reminds me of a prayer rug. How it could be that. That is what really catches me. I can so go with that idea. Redefine it. Redefinition might be both an UnDoing and a ReDoing. Which might be a kind of attribution in a way. An honoring of both self and other through a gentle rocking until a new form is born.
I like so many more things here, like how the walnut dye collected in the hems, which have yet to be UnDone. But I will look some more.
I will create 9 larger pieces this year. To complete something.
It is 7 degrees here this morning. Wind is making it feel colder. And I hear maybe two feet of snow is on the way. I will bring a lot of wood inside today and stack it in the studio that is not being heated this winter.
It's warm in here. Not that warm. But warm enough. The patience for winter, that has worn so thin, well, I added another layer this morning and that should hold me till spring.