Over time, the components (the scraps, the stitch, the symbols, the names of things) I use to create a stitched cloth become the story themselves as they touch and overlap. I always assumed that how they combined would eventually bring forth new form. I've been at it long enough to be witness to that as an evolving personal truth. I have named a lot of the stitches and methods so they become a lot like story characters in a way. Friends, acquaintances, traveling companions. Then, even when I just talk about my process, a story unfolds. I am happy to see this taking more apparent shape over time. Eye-Dea, this fits. Sort of a merging of thought and visual presence. Finding oneself in one's work.
So in short. I feel as I explain the making, I am telling a story. The story of the cloth is the story in the cloth. And the cloth is self. Telling story. Cloth itself. Cloth, it's self
I used what I call marshmallow shibori here to tint the edges. I named it that because of the soft edge. I will add a new page to Feel Free for that but for now it is part of the Whispering Color series. This process works well with indigo because of the speed at which the dye bonds to the cloth. Indigo is simple in some ways and not so simple in others. Then again that's about how it is. All around.
Holes might be a symbol. Might serve as way to express space. And time.
I collected holes over the years. Holes in cloth. And paper. I like to think about it now, like I have been saving space and time. Collecting nothing. Or at least less.
As I recalled, I did work a bit with holes in the first run of SunMoonStars. Yes I did...as I looked back this morning. Let me bring that back tomorrow. This cloth is probably familiar if you've been coming here. Here , one time from way back, 2008. Among others.
Meanwhile, today. I simply just did this.
I pinned that little nine base onto a larger cloth. An old linen, dyed blue. Indigo(my first ever vat). From a while back. Just that. A little place(time)keeping in space. And I thought...
Yesterday wood was stacked and we worked very hard.
I slept late and I feel lazy. It rained for a while and the sun came out and lit up the patch of tall fire grass in the front yard. And it became like a sun itself.
I just did it again. Without looking at the previous storming. Simple starting. It felt a bit like grade school.
I came away with a few things.
I stayed with little doodles. Not compositions just simple pictures. Little symbols. And I wrote in script, so I could feel the writing part. The connecting. And I realized it has been a while since I wrote in script. It even felt awkward. Like grade school. I made a note to self about that. How it has almost gone out of style to write. I'll do it more. PDF
I think the radiating is the most common way sun is symbolized. This is good. Because I associate sun with center. And I can develop this imagery along side an on going theme I have for holding center and vibrating outward. Yes. I have not connected sun to that before.
When I first ran this class it was more about composing work using sun moon and stars as a theme. I am thinking now, as I gather ideas once again that it might be a bit different for me this time. At least as I begin. I might just explore the ideas in some sort of sampler format. In some basic way. At this point I have a renewed interest in the language of personal symbols. How they are components of creative voice.
I grew Japanese Indigo from seed. The deer have nibbled it all summer long, but it just bushed back and really it was enough for a fresh leaf vat. Or 2. I've no intention of teaching indigo dyeing here. There is so much out there on the internet. I will put some links on my New Resource Page (putting that together today) which I will rebuild as I go now. I've been thinking about information in the information age. How really, if you spend the time, you can find what need to know. Facts, Techniques. Tutorials.
But Ideas. Ideas. The thing that interests me most. Ideas are the elusive things for most of us. The things that might grow forth from what we learn.
I do not look at an Idea as a static thing. An Idea is liquid in a sense that it is part of an ongoing process. It seems to exist on it's own. As if you can find it, keep it, copy it, (steal it even) however you are driven to "get" it. That can be some kind of beginning, but on a personal level it is so empty. You are a unique filter and as things move through you as a result of understanding, awareness, or activity, new form emerges. From new thought. Although thoughts might be similar, and seem the same, no one has ever thought your thoughts. The key is to find and respect them, let them out. Sometimes that is as simple as not tinkering with them too much. That's why doodling and brainstorming are so valuable. Do them as if no one will ever know. Don't judge them or shape them. Just be the filter. So you can let them though.
New Note to self: Thoughts are like dreams till you catch them.
I pulled together some old photos using words, writing. Because yesterday's adventure got me thinking. About words and image.
But then that script caught my eye. How writing strings things together.
This is the Loose Page process in action, so let me talk about that a bit.
My goal in these exercises in not to create art, my goal is to keep my thoughts liquid. Flowing. Moving through me. And the teaching here...
to discover and share what moves through me and encourage the same in others.
Geez. I think I finally wrote a mission statement!
I'll talk about these components later, individually. The making of them and evolution of components as personal symbols. I'll also put a few of these Threadcrumbs in the shop. To share. See how different they might become.
Another wishing star. I need to gather some old thoughts about that. That personal symbol that developed over the years.
And finish this one.
Because it has been hanging around here forever.
It's been patched, cut, dipped, stitched, cut again, drawn on, dipped again... stitched again. And now reconsidered. Soft with going. Thin, yet very There. I'm finally giving it an edge.
This one is only 12" square, but it seems bigger. It reminds me of the first, sort of, quilt I ever made. It was a big star. I think I gave it away. Yes, before it was finished. Those were foggy times. I'll remember it by naming this one A Big Wish. Wishes can be bigger than they seem.
And the one square with the little path down the middle caught my eye this morning.
No sewing yet. Just looking. Thinking. Letting thoughts fill me.
And then this happened. I flipped the center path over, and the little stitches I took to keep it all together and calm, as a unit, they show. I love this. One side within the context of another. Paired. One. Nine for How it Might be Revealed?