The sleep loft was very warm. That is not where the leak is.
There was no moon.
But that depends on your point of view. One more day of reconfiguring a work/video space for the cold months. And I will be back to cloth and talking about what I've been doing.
It is cold.
No moon has proved handy.
This one was started a while ago (I recently added a patch of rain...)and has been my travel companion during a few road trips. I will call it going through November. And take some better pictures later. It was so dark yesterday, but the rain is gone and we are left with a big cold wind. And an early winter.
And now the next morning...
I think the stray cat series has evolved into the Through Adventures in a way. I can so identify with the stray. I will make a bigger one for each month. There is more room to stray. Like this which is about 10" x 12" so far. I am using them to record like a calendar and also to explore. New techniques. Which how it all starts. Just Wondering. And then seeing how that might mean something later.
The moon mending has continued. Softening the added edge of this journey.
The basket rim here was inspired by leaf veins. Remember. And my trusty nine patch was inserted in a new way. It became more of an eye. It is an eye really, I realize. Now the eye of the basket. An eye that remains near the edge. Instead of the center. Because I think the basket self is a traveller. But that story will unfold somewhere else.
I like that this cloth became smaller in the process of going. That a sense of SomeWhere emerged miles from NoWhere. I added long fringe to remind myself that even though this cloth is almost finished, the journey is NoWhere close to that.
ThelongerI live,the smallereach journeyseems.
I will bind the top edge somehow and say goodbye.
Button face will show up now and then, I know it.
I will be out in the garden this week. Doing May things.
Yesterday. When I let fear go I uncovered Button Face in the Wilderness.
AKA Miles From NoWhere and now Longing. The second cloth from here. These two were rolled up together. Inside the one I call Shelter.
And now I am looking at this old thing. Really Old. Found some old hair from some old cat on it. Good old Nook hair. Thinking new thoughts. Reconsidering Longing. Thinking about it as a thread , sense, that runs through it all. Longing.
If you live long enough you might UnDo all things considered and then do it again.
Baba. Mostly chosen for its Turkish meaning, father, but reallya most interesting word. On the right, as stitched on the Lion Quilt. The first of many story beasts. Baba. Ancient Feeder of Birds. Keeper of Words. I stitched this one while sitting in the courtyard of a nursing home while my father was undergoing rehab after his stroke. He never really recovered. To the left is the first magic feather. This cloth, as I look back, contains almost everything I later came to develop as a stitcher. It is a history. It holds the moments in which I lost a certain kind of fear and gained a certain sense of myself as a cloth maker and story teller. Each character is identified with holding the responsibility for something important to me. Keeping something safe. This character is my Father.
For HOME, I have named the beast The Explainer.
When I made the lion quilt, I based a lot of my imagery on research and combined things I found into new form. I don't really do that much any more. I close my eyes to find what is there. Maybe that's the same thing, just more of an inner journey. To pull out and record what has been gathered, to raid the inner basket self.
These beasts are imagined ancient wild things. That roam and teach and provide companionship on life's journey. I think it might be interesting to set them free this time. To share them. Let them be moveable components. UnDo unnecessary attachment.
I think back to here. When I asked myself...What if a big cloth could be a giant sand tray? A healing game. Big enough to be in?