1. A ring
2. A nine patch
3. Brown. Walnut to be exact.
Set in stone. At least that is what I have planned. Doodled at the moment because it is Wednesday. Maybe a small series. Just to see how these things might fit together in sympathy with one another.
There are stones everywhere actually. They have just crept in as some sort of anchor. To keep me grounded.
My son likes to work with wood. Just finding it and then turning it into something. Found, hand turned, finished with a walnut oil rub. He was not able to identify the wood. Quite different with its flaming grain.
A beautiful gift. Useful too. Which makes it just perfect.
The wool? Madder over walnut, indigo, indigo over onion skin. For weaving across a wooden moon.
and today, i really like this, thank you Christi
Later:
Nothing fancy. Just a little color sampler. But it is so warm and fuzzy.
...so I will show you this lovely bowl of many rings. I can picture this as cloth. I can picture myself making it in cloth. Sometimes that's enough.
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... and then sometimes, you know you will make it happen. There has been a lot of looking and imagining. A lot. You can follow the Magic Feather Cloth making here as I go. I will compile it all into some other form when I am done, so we can look back on it in some nice way.
If you are not familiar with the Magic Feather Project, there is a link in my sidebar.
I cannot seem to grasp the starting and finishing thing today. Or even the thing. I have been continuing from here. And this is where I am at the moment. I have kind of lost track of the in-be-t-w-e-e-n--s. But they are all here in a way. Yes, in a way, i feel like I am looking through them. Today 's rings are wings. Who knows what they will become tomorrow.
(please do not post, pin or publish my work without permission. thank you)
Today's ring is a wide open space that still retains the unique memory of the edge of one's reach. The shape of one's imagination.
There are some publishing issues with Typepad today. I have held off trying to post to Diaries until it is resolved. All will be back to normal later today or tomorrow at the latest. According to the "experts". Meanwhile there is always a a thread and needle ...
Later...
What is broken? It depends.
Today I am thinking about how a ring might be broken.
1. Intentionally divided by design. I look at this as a form of destruction and also a form of rebirth. Depending on the intention.
2. Unintentionally interrupted by circumstance and the impact of that. This can create hope and change but also sadness. Depending on the circumstance.
3. And then broken simply because it hasn't formed yet or it is simply expanding. Depending on how you look at it. Like when a few thoughts came together yesterday through focus. In this case nine of them. And the ring is the thread that runs through them. Because you know it has always been there.
Focus: Can I add one more thing?
color = brown
shape = ring
beast = dragon
concept = sympathetic evolution
number = 9
I love how wind will bend a cloth and change the form of what's on it. Over and Over. I love the eye that forms when a ring bends. And I love how a thin cloth shows itself so honestly. Truly a cloth whispering. And I really love how any color can become brown with a bit of tweaking. Sometimes it is just the time of day.
This is an old fling thing, revisited. Disassembled. I have found new purpose in taking some old thoughts apart in order to put them back together.
It is nice to see students starting blogs and sharing their work. We all know how hard it is to find folks to come visit when we first step into this big web. So go say hi.
Then. there is the the woven/ dyed fling...
Hanging in the window since summer.
Waiting.
It did snow. It is still snowing. This morning some of the snow fell through the spaces on the deck, making it look stitched.
The first thing I thought of was the birds. I went out to check the feeders. Noticing these little tracks I thought of them as stitches as well. Closing a gap. And the how much point of view and scale are connected. How much scale has to do with reach.
I always love to look at the line where inside meets outside here in the studio. Especially in winter when there is a carpet on both sides of the glass. One space. Broken by point of view. I will take Everything out of the studio today, except maybe a chair. I just want to see it as an empty space. Be in it like that. Strip it of distraction. Make it just a Place for a while.
Today's ring is a simple nest. A result of intention and hard work. Woven from scrap. Just a nest.
For some reason, it never seems like winter until it snows. It feel gloriously like winter today.
Today's ring is an Egg. And the birth of a new something.
Today mom made me pie. And did puzzles, her afternoon exercise.
I showed her this idea.
And stitched this.
Thinking 'Mothering'.
I drove home in a flurry of snow.
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