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.