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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?
This morning, still in the grips of some shift in chemistry, (you know that right?) I began making some brown paper patterns from many of the beasts that have crossed my paths in the years of making. At the same time I get to make useful some old paper bags I have saved as well.
The beasts, BEasts, are BEings. They come and go but never seem to be gone.
Patterns for going I thought. Going is THE PATTERN.
I will use them as templates. As reminders.
And a Way to understand and complete some old work.
The deer ate the grapevines. I don't have to worry about that anymore.
I suppose Path and Home have crossed over in my mind today.
I did do some stitching. The center panel is eco printed silk. You might find out a lot about the Eco Print process by looking into the books by India Flint. The only departure here is that I cut the plant material (in this case onion skins)into shapes because leaf prints are not my thing and everyone is doing that at this point. Right? Just trying to find my Way. I don't feel it is my place to teach this process. India is listed on my Placekeeper page under Wander and not Get Lost. I made a few jottings today. To gather my thoughts. Noting more than ever how they cross over. And Patchwork has surfaced again in more of a story form. I continue.
Ultimately I arrived here. With the Heart's Path at the center of Home. Now configured as some easy going Log Cabin arrangement. And I think I will leave the center block framed by a softer raw edge by simply making that seam inside out. Normally I might entertain doing these long seams on the machine. But I put the machine away for good. A long hand stitched seam is more like wandering than running toward a destination. So I will do a bit of that.
Notes to self:
1-The log cabin block is very much like a basket.
2-Seams might be used as personal symbols in some way.
An unexpected storm of storms last night. Power went down but returned before we could enjoy it. We are so prepared for that situation now, we wait with glee.
I love this picture. It is taken through the screen which stays up all year long now. From the sleep loft as the sun came up and the big wind subsided. And I like it because of the gridded layer. And perspective in that. How it divides space. Many of my old unpublished (so far) illustrations from a simpler time have this grid layer in them. I think about it more now. In some more meaningful way. Just starting to merge the young and old of me. As the grid perpetuates.
And there was a question about how we pull out of us what is in us. Yesterday. And I drew this.
I think the next eye should be in there. I like this for the seam is a vulnerable place. I like that the stray self is itself as cloth. I love that a seam might run through me. That I might be mended. Later but also from long ago. I liked that coming apart at the seams could be interpreted as a learning process. That the question and knowing could be the same. That the space opened is in the shape of an eye. That I might pull the ragged seam allowance outward in this section, That this part will be "inside out". That seam allowance might, could, acquire a very beautiful meaning here.
The sun is out. Sometimes a storm can simply wash away uncertainty. And leave you with a lot of kindling.
I could just stitch it back up, insides hanging out as evidence of a normally hidden layer. Of going. Without batting.
There is so much of that here. Connecting with old sky, connecting with another, connecting with joy and dreams, connecting with old sea, connecting with the unknown...and you. And all so much a sympathetic evolution.
I am using up thread ends from the thread nest which is big enough to live in at this point.
Fringe is a big subject for me. Said that before. It's a major component and symbol in my work. And that is true for quite few things . I am trying to figure out the best format for adding the Spirit Cloth Language segment to Feel Free. It most likely will be under Story.
Note to self: Technique is simple to teach. You just demonstrate. The source of idea (reaching way into self) part is harder to get at. Explain.
Nine. I have always been in love with nine. It' a magic number. But when configured as a nine patch it become a multi-layered symbol for me. It' a number, it's a square. it's patchwork. It's light and dark make it magic. It's a kind of basket. Well it is so many things really. In the last Diary Series, Small Journeys, I looked at nine a lot. At patchwork. I crated a lot of these little icons as links to these journeys in my posts. I liked them. I love packaging thoughts as symbols. I call them Spirit Cloth Language...
as the collection they have become. Are becoming.
As I see these, the original nine patch is so many things but it is also, simply, my inspiration. It has and will continue to guide me. Nine forever. And the eye, a kind ot filter, looking through nine, allowing that to expand my vision (the rainbow is that for me. That full spectrum, a full range of seeing) and then the nine that has begun to flow, as one thing might become another. Or everything really.
I'll be 65 in February. I am trying hard to put together a Pictionary. After all these years. Starting from square 1.
I do believe if we learn each other's language, we will know each other better.
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