I thought to leave it simple. But it is not simple really. The figure is embedded in goings on, context. The flow doesn't stop. You stand in spite of it. Hold ground. There is a lot more turbulence to come. Practice balance.
I love how the cloth has begun to curve in the areas of dense stitching. That's the nature of the cloth yielding to the spirit of the stitch. Ripples form. Pull things off grid. I named that part the learning curve. A new symbol perhaps.
The rain stopped but the leaky part of the roof almost fell in. Time must be taken to address the situation. Mend the hole. We'll give in and fix it. Hope it doesn't cost too much. Hope they don't have to open it up. It's a bit chilly for that. But February is sure to bring snow. And snow is wet and heavy.
The smallest beast. Going. Maybe not Just. Leaving a trail. Dividing space. Making a path. Bringing a bit of fresh air to an old piece of patchwork. Transforming it into a place to breathe.
The slowest stitch. Slower than even the slowest slow stitch. Splitting hairs I call it. A split backstitch using one thread. Takes forever because you add row after row and and no one might even notice. But it gives you time to consider and shape your vision.
Eventually. Evidence of how we keep at it.
I'm not particularly focused lately. I'm just letting that play out. More walking than thinking. More going than explaining. I need a Wordless Weekend of Willful Wandering. Mixed with Day Dreaming. Take care.