I love this still life with cloth below. I like these kinds of pictures in general. Today this says so much of my truth. How I am rocking back and forth between the day and cloth. Between doing and undoing. How one becomes the other. More or less. And I love how the shadow near the cloth is really the light from this glorious October morn.
It is comforting, this unrolling, and rolling back into old stories, refreshing them in a way with new touches of thread. Making bigger pictures out of them in a way. Simply by feeling the time that has passed.
So this cloth which was originally part of a stitched base called Something about Earth, and then Miles from Nowhere, was split in half and was the leftover when Button Face claimed the other half as Wilderness. It evolved into a new journey which I called A dream without words for a while. Because I had none. At one point a woven self appeared. Which really made it not just anywhere but Somewhere. Now that thing (which takes forever to stitch,by the way)that runs through her. Me. That thing has shown evidence of growth. Today it seem a bit like a tree. I might call it looking for self and finding her. Or maybe Everywhere.
Actually not UnDone, same thoughts. But no desire to change anything. Not finished but perhaps exhausted... pretty much. I will let it hang there until tomorrow. See. I am looking at the center. That rotation of dark and light. That logic of how it simply goes. Is. The true-ness of nothing more than that. How and What, not why.
I am happy to find this consistency in my path of thought. Though sometimes I feel lost, I keep meeting my real self over and over on each small journey. Finding a simple companionship in that. Thinking about how travelling companions might not necessarily be on the same path but simply meeting now and then to share a moment along the way. How that can be just fine, the way it might go.