The best time to witness Fresh. I think it's that green that is like no other.
Outside. Stay outside. Still quite cool at night, mornings require one small fire to take the nip out of the inside air. Sleeping is very fine. Waking to birdsong.
The warm winter allowed a lot of clearing. Keeping the brush at bay. This has given us more open space around the garden and an open path down the hill to the back of the house. Robins are loving it. Some fresh green weed has carpeted the exposed soil and made it all glorious.
Unfortunately the deer also have a clear path to the garden. I get up extra early, keeping watch over new growth, especially the lilies that they love to munch on at daybreak. We already lost most of the tulips. Time to use some pee.
There are piles of fresh cuts seasoning. One other reason for all the clearing is to make this land seem more usable, for putting it up for sale is in the near future.
I've got this under the needle today and fresh thoughts are forming.
It's April, still warm with cold coming. But mostly plenty of showers, true to form.
Yesterday, we, Soul-o and me, were out all day. I feel better for that.
Close to the earth.
He is always in motion in Spring. Mostly outside, going. I find it funny how he walks the paths if they are there.
I patched some path-work work. Offsetting the seam lines, making the stitch lines contrasted and messy, so they would show some imperfection. Working with thin coth that is more difficult to handle and less stable gives a nice organic feel to a grid. Here offset to look like brick. I am not crazy about this type of thing as an overall arrangement but I do like it here as it runs through the cloth like a path. Path is on my mind. How it divides space. Creates a place out of in between and makes that useful.
I like, here, how the patched pattern says solid but it has a feel of weightlessness.
I need to update my Newsletter. I am lazy on this humid spring morning.
Way warm, way earlier than expected. It reached 75 today.
A thin cloth (in this case a gauzy wool) is hard to manage sometimes. In this case I let it stretch and shift in the making of the nine and let it flow into and fill the space in a natural way. There are ways to manage unruly and thin cloth, stabilize it, but really here the cloth was just being itself. Still useful. A cloth's nature is a beautiful thing to understand. Soft old cloth can often be like clay.
I am building a path through this cloth. They are never really straight, paths. Although we often like to think they are. I am wandering with this idea, never having felt so free about making.
Working slowly without deadline or distraction is different. This is one reason why I closed the shop. I like the option to change my mind. To just go or not without saying. To make the promises made into a promise to myself. That only being to enjoy the making. To express myself in order that it might be useful. When life allows this, it is such a gift.
I decided to make this one longer. Skirt worked (1). And some work up above (4), making the alignment of elements vertical (3). I used what I call Liquid Applique (4,5) to give this one some movement. Season. Like it might always be changing. I created a page for that over at Feel Free, which is listed here in the Index at the right. There is a video there from way back.
Another storm expected tonight and through tomorrow.
More very wet snow and big wind.
I noticed this beautiful cloth like scene between the two panes of glass today, the bedroom window. So amazing. The motion in the stillness.
I am posting again today because I am shutting down for a few days. A gap then, as nasty weather and then severe cold descends upon us. Some re-stacking of wood etc. And a small hibernation. Closing the studio. Living by the fire. These old bones know February well.