Ichanged the curtains in the studio to thin white linen. I like the way they seem a bit like fog. I feel Thin lately. My thoughts are diluted by some sort of calm that has overtaken me. Maybe it is the cold. The feeling of hibernation that is forming. But I think it is something else. My thoughts seem more transparent. I find layers of other thoughts showing though. It is a bit confusing. Dream like at first but then just something that slows me.
There is a prism hanging there, hard to see.
And it did this:
And I hung around for the longest while, doing this:
I wonder, is it that I have slowed...enough to let my time be filled with these things?
I simply felt like Longing has to do with change, a sense of it that might include a useful change on some personal level. Less like a want and more like a need. Even though it doesn't always turn out that way, it seems like that in the beginning.I used a thread color close to the ground color to accentuate the pull rather than the stitch. Because longing is rather like that. It begins with a shift, a pull. I am beginning to see this stitch style as a symbol for a sense of something. Here a full spectrum of sense has been born.
Then to take that thought further, a shift is the beginning of a new alignment. A re- alignment, and we all know how that might redefine everything. And so, in the beginning, longing seems a simple thing, but in the end, realignment is no small matter. And should be considered. Maybe even reconsidered. Undoing it is no small matter either.
This morning, on the table, from yesterday, Wednesday, when I asked myself, What If the doodle comes after the stitch? The way the light fell, well, the day did that.
PS. I long to be able to keep a conversation going here, but Typepad is still not letting me. So I will turn the comments off till May. Give it some time. Give it a rest. No sense worrying about it.
This one holds a big piece of my history, a scrap of one of my first quilts. The corners are linen with beeswax batik by Teresa . I love how they fit here. This one is enough. It's a doorway for me. Into Spring then.
Now that the studio is open I have again come face to face with "the pile" of almost finished cloths. Geez. I expect them to change with the season. Time for spring cleaning. My head is full of dust.
The shop is closed for a bit. Sweeping... On the other hand, some winter undoing has been going on and some new sense of order has been realized. Cloth Whispering, specifically What If, will be back soon enough with a new format.
Sweeping. Today is filled with small journeys. Not sure where you might be going, but here's a cat-foot for good luck.
There was some thought about color during What if Diaries this year. How color might be a story in itself. There were nine colors. Just sitting there feeling different from each other. Holding their ground. Then they began talking to each other. This caused them to become more sympathetic to each other. There is a tendency for one color to lean toward another. Learn from another. Share. Touch. Integrate. Become more. This is why there might be so many different kinds of colors.
Of course there is also a full spectrum of tendencies.