A simple thing. Especially in quilt design.
Today more than simple.
I did this. Like I do sometimes to make the cloth big enough to put in a hoop because I was thinking I might have to do that depending on how the tension played out. But then I thought how quickly it became bigger. And then how easily it could become smaller again. And then I began to think about the dynamics of a frame. How it might be a changing element. How often it is a hard edge to limit focus and contain and control context. But the frame as a space seemed to melt into some precious thought about holding center. And radiating outward again. And I am remembering an unfinished focus on windows a while back. What if Diaries? So anyway, some jottings and a direction I might collectively call Window Quilting. Obviously to be continued.
Note to self: How the morning made the blue so electric.