Because I need a million and I am counting the ways.
The field of stitch is a nice less dense way, to create shapes, focus, and texture without covering the background. I discussed this a while back in Small Journeys, here, naming it at times in the past as Coloring Book Quilting and the Snow Globe effect.
It works well here, because I often use thread beads as stars, points of light I guess. And now the star is made up of stars. Stardust. This is an easy way to transform one shape into another. I can imagine other ways too, can you? There is a sort of vibrating outward going on. This resist dyed square is a bit bigger. 2" Still shibori dyed, and the center is a field of stacked running stitch(which is really a form of Kantha worked very close together). I've used fields of stitch so much, it has really become part of my stitching style.
I need to dye more of these larger squares. It's warm outside. I'll go check the vat.
Here is another star with a field of running stitch. The fields of stitch can be design and the quilting stitch at the same time. I love when design is useful.
Simple really, but so cool.
It just so happens that this piece will become the center of the Endless Wishing Cloth. A celebration in Old Sky.
Ha! How things eventually come together...
A wishing cloth is a great project. Make a wish, stitch it up, sew it on. It'll grow faster than you think. And it might be shelter from a storm.
A little talking, despite the construction going on in the background, towards the end. Somebody is building a house way too big for my liking. But hey, Feel Free I say.
I doodled again, these square stars that are based on the traditional patchwork stars, an old what if.
Embroidered patchwork. I like the crossover between techniques, and how that adds to the history of forms.
I draw these all the time.
Sometimes just like humming a tune.
But then repetition can also lead to change.
A slow movement, hardly noticeable at first.
I heard myself say that, how I had fallen in love with the rows of wrap stitch. I mumbled to myself, loving can limit, and I let go. I split hairs here. That is I worked the split back stitch with a single strand of floss, row after row (first named here). Appropriately slow for easing into change. Splitting hairs, as I call it, is the closest thing to painting on cloth with thread. It forms a thin layer of stitch that hugs the cloth and can mimic tapestry. I also love here the blurred line around the dyed square... how it left a soft line beneath the stitch. Isn't it funny how imperfection might just be something we didn't expect instead of "wrong"?
I've dye a million of these little square components on a million scraps of self, over time, for a special large cloth. I have a million ways to try. Maybe more. Filling space takes time.
Adjusting again to smaller living. The warm spell helped us save wood. Made it possible to get through it all without needing to add to the wood pile. Maybe. That would be nice.
I stitched question marks last night. Fireside. Continuing from yesterday. Here the light coming through the cloth. I can't find my tripod, so here, below, is a very crappy shaky video with bad lighting.
Funny how that doesn't bother me anymore... just want to play show and tell.
click here if you see a black box or no player. Sometimes that happens.
I drew the marks first. White pencil on the dark areas, black on the lighter areas. Split Back Stitch with two strands of floss over that. I used a color in sympathy with the color the line was on. Sort of matching, but sympathy is a better word. Using what I had that was close really.
I love that the cloth is held together by questions. Quilted with confusion even. Maybe not even obvious if I hadn't said it.
I am always confused, but maybe it isn't obvious if I don't share it (said that to myself).
So this cloth might feel better than it looks. And so many questions, confusion, feels good and has a use. Is comforting. How great a morning this has become.