I am here, meaning here on the blog for the summer. I've retired my presence on Facebook, Instagram, etc for a few months. Maybe forever. There are many changes coming. And I am practicing for less exposure. Undoing the addiction for attention which sometimes I don't even realize is plaguing me. I think we all have that to a certain degree but internet blows it out of proportion. Since my focus has shifted from selling stuff, everything thing else has shifted as well. Reach has taken on new meaning. I imagine it more like a thread.
This old rotting Adirondack chair has been rescued from the garden, The legs cut mostly off because they were almost gone. It has been sanded and coated with varnish. It is very close to the ground. I like sitting close to the ground. And getting in and out of it is great exercise.
I prepared 9 white squares for Sanity. My way of starting over. Which, it seems, I do a lot more than I ever realized. Perhaps the never ending quest for simpler times.
I suppose Path and Home have crossed over in my mind today.
I did do some stitching. The center panel is eco printed silk. You might find out a lot about the Eco Print process by looking into the books by India Flint. The only departure here is that I cut the plant material (in this case onion skins)into shapes because leaf prints are not my thing and everyone is doing that at this point. Right? Just trying to find my Way. I don't feel it is my place to teach this process. India is listed on my Placekeeper page under Wander and not Get Lost. I made a few jottings today. To gather my thoughts. Noting more than ever how they cross over. And Patchwork has surfaced again in more of a story form. I continue.
Ultimately I arrived here. With the Heart's Path at the center of Home. Now configured as some easy going Log Cabin arrangement. And I think I will leave the center block framed by a softer raw edge by simply making that seam inside out. Normally I might entertain doing these long seams on the machine. But I put the machine away for good. A long hand stitched seam is more like wandering than running toward a destination. So I will do a bit of that.
Notes to self:
1-The log cabin block is very much like a basket.
2-Seams might be used as personal symbols in some way.
...and considering how we use making to map quiet observation, document consciousness. Gazing is deeper than looking. It is slower I think. And more importantly, more selfless. Two things stick with me here. I like the eye form that emerged where the two circles overlapped. And again I imagine this composition without the figures, the beauty and ultimate magic of the marks left behind, engraved by how it happened. And being there. And then later when we are not. The story map with a less ownership in it. Like a once tended, now wild garden, a place prepared for anything to grow.
I used some digital cut and paste to look at my idea.
Now also liking the whisker lines, map. The sense, the difference in tilt, a mark of point of view. How they might intimately intersect with others without planning.
Although this piece has a light-hearted approach, there is something very important to me in these thoughts today. Some explanation that whispers to me about the hidden logic in creativity. How things come to be by moving through us, not by springing forth on their own. I'll talk when the words are clearer.
Hand dyed silk mandala fragment by Richard Carbin. Glennis and Richard put together a classon this technique awhile back which I signed up for. I need more practice, so it was great to have a small piece from the master mandala maker. A great component for Gazing. A little something to make it seem bigger.
(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.
I have temporarily removed the center silk panel. It is slightly smaller than the opening and I want to extend it a bit. And I am looking at this. How it is a way of holding center. In some lighter way. A focus on a sense of center that might not be apparent otherwise. Holding nothing but then not. A place. Placekeeping. I will hold that thought in my mind for further consideration.
And then, how the frame floats. How easily it could be pulled out of shape. Softened by that. A kind of liquid frame. I will hold that thought too.
Because here and now, I will be continuing with the other thought. Extending the silk centerpiece.
I will stitch the inner edge of the patchwork frame, catching all layers. And then cut away the excess cotton lawn*- inner frame close to that stitching line by lifting the outer edge of the frame out of the way, but I will show all that later. Managing the layers. I will create a page at Feel Free for seams but not today.
* Lawn cloth or lawn is a plain weave textile, originally of linen but now chiefly cotton. Lawn is designed using fine, high count yarns, which results in a silky, untextured feel. The term "lawn" derives from "Laon", a city in France, which produced large quantities of linen lawn.
Several versions. This one will take the longest because it is being hand pieced.
It will be square. I am working in rings. Arranging the seam color that way. A square basket, with 9 holding center. I am using what I have. Glad to be using it. Adding at least 9 squares a day until it fills the wall it will hang on.
There is no need to add a backing in order to use it as a design/measuring tool. But I will. Because I feel this effort , this set of cloths, is a set of blankets for me. Something quite important to my sanity. A needle chant. I will work on this series (now the final leg of the Sanity series) in the background, not much to see really. I will show my progress once in a while. And share my thoughts about its value to me.
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