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I also flipped the rows of components around from the original drawing. I thought it might be more logical making the moon row closer to the bottom, the suns in the center and the stars far off, up top. I like to use familiar logic in arranging things, even if it is a sort of make believe story. I think this satisfies some natural order in our thoughts, drawing you in to even the wildest of dreams. A kind of truth as a base. Cloth can be like a world.
So now I have these, having started where I am. And that is enough for today.
There is much info out there about shibori and indigo dyeing. I might suggest Glennis Dolce as a source for the basics. Her classes are a good start. And she is there, with kind and generous help if you get confused. She is a great resource. And she is on my list of friends as well. She is listed at Feel Free where she has joined me in offering her basic shibori techniques class for free. Asking only that you might consider a donation. I started with this class.
Note to self: Good and open teaching is also a base.
Sleepless through the night, but here I am, just a bit tired.
And it is 69 degrees. Ahhhh.
It has rained a lot, much more leafing and growth. And the deer have made themselves scarce. I have very short tomato plants. But still tomatoes. I am sure there will be at least Nine.
August is always bittersweet. I heard crickets last night. They are already advertising school supplies in local shops. I so remember how that felt when summer vacation was only half over.
I updated my News, button up top. Been a while. I released Cloth to Cloth. A big step for me because it is so close to my heart. Bigger steps are good exercise. That's what I said to myself. Exercise is good for the heart.
I am imagining Nine of these. Remembering back to when moon face first appeared to me. The moon back then dyed by Laura Mayotte, she's on Flickr over here. Way before my own indigo dyeing days. Time sure flies. Across moons.
Or maybe, hey, I don't eat that much. Today there seems to be plenty out there. A little chard. A few eggplants. And lots of tomatoes on the ground. They knock them off while munching the leaves. We can work around that.
And I think I am OK. A little stiff. But OK.
Maybe because I need to be OK. And I really want that.
And most probably, I think, it was just a little twist. And I am in fairly good shape. Worth the effort then.
When you feel better after not feeling good, well, it's like this. I'm grateful. It's hot as hell and I don't care. And there are three more squares than there were yesterday.
The promise is a warmer (than usual) February. Seems like a nice promise. But February here should be cold.
I am thinking about life as we know it. How small that is in the scheme of things. How I will be sixty five this next month.
I guess all I want to do these last few days of January is to close this gap. Seems like such a small thing but really it involves so many things. One of which is to wake up tomorrow to another day.
I added the sunrise. It seems important to this nest of days. I might also sweep the floor. I enjoy that. I remember Mom being very disappointed that she couldn't do that anymore.
I feel like I have been a bit scattered lately. But when I look at this Nest Of Days I feel calm. Sensing the natural order of it all. How I can work with that. Rest in that. How new form springs from it.
I will probably spend the weekend backtracking a bit to catch up with the patchwork thing. And solving the camera issue. Also initiating a format for the Visual Journal. I plan to open Patchwork beasts as well, for free, because it is fun and my heart is light. It is an old class and I want to revamp it a bit. So Hey Ho and see you Monday.
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Probably too much of it today but then probably not. Humidity is off the charts. The birds are out singing in it.
Nine for Rain unrolled. On the table today. This is part of the Nine for Everything series. An important group of small cloths based on a crossroads alignment, within the framework of the nine patch. The nine patch has been the basis of my work since the very beginning. It ties me to the tradition of quilting. Yet, is takes me forward with the possibility of redefining tradition, which is my ultimate goal. This all allows me to rock back and forth. Between old form and new form. Sometimes I just float in between. A kind of resting.
It is the two center sets of three. And how they crisscross. How the center becomes a window, a focus, a meeting place where the two directions interact. The way there is a sense of path, continuing, formed by the threes. And then the tie to the sense of weave that permeates my thought. The vertical, the thing that stands. And the horizontal, the the thing that moves through. The sense of new form that might be woven from that. It takes a long time before things take the shape of persistence.
Today I consider reach in a new way, once again attempting to get out of my own box. Someone emailed me recently and said, "You share too much of your process. Protect your art."
Anyway. I am considering a new name for this series.
And by the way, just to be clear, sharing is my art. And in case you haven't noticed, I am out singing in it.