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Things are stacking up Again...I'll be dropping a few things in the shop here and there. I do not take reservations or commissions. Supplies are sold separately through the Threadcrumbs Shop. Link up top.
So the big storm brought no rain but chill on the wind.
The temperature might drop into the 50s. Tonight.
We are going. Though it seems the same, it's not.
Right now it is hard to capture the subtle change in the surroundings. The edge of season is like looking through one to catch a glimpse of another.
I'm adding a circle to Autumn Eyes. Continued from here. The circle and the nine patch is an old favorite. I like how the layering divides the space and creates a natural Oneness. And it forms in my mind like this. Like a bubble. An invisible basket? Floating across my field of vision. An elusive (lens) frame of reference. As I wait for it to settle in. Hoping to get a clearer view. It might be a Dream Catcher. Another kind of eye.
Tomorrow I will update the shop, though I've already lost interest in any kind of schedule. In Between is taking hold. Over the weekend I will do an Audio Test for Sun Moon Stars. Talk a bit about that
...Some time this morning, such a little while, thinking about the coming winter. Wondering how it might be.
I fell back in time. Which made it seem a lot longer.
I kept coming up with the same visual. Shelter, weather and a moon overhead. The rest of the details, no matter what they may be seem to fit into this picture. I made a note to self, that shelter (from the storm) is a quick roof over one's head, but a home is built from scraps of self and that is built over time. And the moon in the old sky is just always there.
Notes to self, when shared, become the story.
Scraps of self, are like Threadcrumbs. They have history to fall back on. Scraps of self shared, what might they become?
And since there is a storm barreling up the coast here, I am up and readying for an early market run. Because it's Saturday, it's a holiday weekend and because even though they say it will not be TOO bad here, it's September and a storm might change its mind. Folks panic here and shelves empty quickly.
Funny I am panicking about the crowd, not the storm really.
I think about quickly. Snapping a picture quickly. And the picture has no quickly in it. Pictures are great for that. Slowing down. Capturing quick as slow.
It's cloudy. Greens of summer are fading ever so slightly. A tomato is ripening without me being able to notice. Soulo is not moving. Stacks of cloth are waiting.
As I am considering releasing the Sun Moon Stars class over at Feel Free, I unroll some leftovers from that. I wonder if I might slow down about that. Whatif? I just rerun the class here on the blog? Slowly. And rethink some things that need to be re-thunk. Mend some old thought with some new ones.
So you all have a great weekend, I have a lot of emails to catch up on, as you might imagine, after this crazy few days. I'll take it slow and it will all get done quick enough.
Well the first acorn hit the deck around 5 AM. Pushed by a squirrel really. They've begun preparations. Is it possible we are here already?
An acorn then. I'll add one here. On this cloth. To express the move through season. This one has done that already. It's a long cloth, there's room for going.
The roof needs work. The garden too.
House of Stray, now aka Ready for What's Next. A stray is always, by nature, readying for what comes next.
Tonight we will stop by the house down the road a piece. They have invited us to a small gathering. Their friend, Geoff Achison, from Australia, is performing at the house. Food and music. We were not familiar, but I found him on You Tube. We don't much mingle around here. But we will stop by. They are not much for mingling either. So perhaps we have more in common than we knew. And I play the guitar. One of these days, I will play for you.
Stitched Line. And line and cloth. More notes from looking.
The running stitch here. It is not holding anything. If it were added as quilting, at the point of holding layers together, it would be a line derived from that. Or a design element resulting from that.
Why do we just decorate? How interesting it is when the process of holding together generates form. (weaving)
Discontinuous contrast quilting might generate an interesting interaction between lines. Evolve into a more considered decoration. What if?
Here just a visual test, the running stitch still not holding. But well wait. Holding thought. Decorate can be that.
So this Early August Stray. She found herself leaning into the moon.
But then soon began considering that. Leaning. Tendency really.
Today's questions include:
Is leaning into the moon really leaning into the memory of the moon? Since we know it so well to be a constant, is there really ever a New Moon? Is leaning into the moon really leaning on the moon? What is leaning? Is it resting? Depending? Needing? Pull? Are we always leaning? Is straying, in some kind of way, leaning. Leaning away, as it sometimes might happen.
I have been playing with splitting images. (Mentioned it in a post back here) The moon especially. Let it come in from one side and at the same time seem to be leaving on the other. So while leaning on the moon, to the left as it was, the figure is not leaning on the moon to the right as it is.
But I asked myself if the Early August Stray might not be leaning in both directions, by imagining a kind of rocking. Here just caught in part of that. Maybe a second later , in between, before leaning in the other direction.
Dancing in a way.
I cut the moons in half to do this, and laugh at how it is really only one moon. Old and New are one. More or Less. The dance simply embracing that.
This stray has not made it into this Saturday's Shop update. IN fact,I am leaning away from that whole thing already. I want to float in between. That is where I find clarity. I don't like either word. Gallery or Shop. I'm not with that. Those ideas. I'm just here. Offering a thing or two now and then. (something just now.) Dancing around that. Stop by once in a while.
The windows were open all night to cool the house.
I woke to find my feet sticking to the floor. Ick. The dreaded thick air.
Mom used to text me. Ick. I know what it meant. I would text back. Double Ick. I stopped for a moment and missed that.
But mist. Ahhh. Mystery. Story overtakes me. Distracted by that. Does that happen to you? Do you take the time to act on it?
Just a layering of sketch over photo then. Photo play even before coffee. Mis-Story.
And as always I love the effect of the photos through the screen. (Took this one with my phone on the way down the stairs from the sleep loft. My feet sticking to every step along the way.) How it's a patchwork grid in a way. The safety net again. This time safe from mosquitoes. But how beautifully it breaks up the mystery space. And hold me there.
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