It's relatively cooler. Yes. Drier? Not so much. Since humidity drives me close to insanity, Sanity seemed a sensible direction. So I'm back to it. Specifically , back to here with the feeling it gave me. The thread that runs through it. Which condenses so many ideas down to less. Less is good in this weather. Some times I just drape white sheets over everything. It slows me down and cools me down.
So the woven line. It really is like a running stitch. Made while weaving. So much related to stitch. Bringing me back to the root sense of how sewing is weaving. How those two things are entangled in the forms that emerge in my work.
And the line part of it. Here the seams and the stitched lines. Like drawing. A thread again that runs through me. It. I've begun to really concentrate on the thread lines. How many ways they run through it. Might run through it.
So far in the context of this patchwork:
The woven lines might seem like seam lines.
The seam lines might seem like drawn lines.
The stitched line might seem like drawn or seam lines.
The stitched lines might continue or connect seam lines or woven lines, dividing the space like the other.
Each kind of line has a different character but is still useful as a line. Line as it divides space.
I did a lot of thinking about this in Whispering White, so I'll bring a lot of that back here in the context of the Sanity project. And maybe when this humidity lifts I can figure out what is wrong with my video situation and get rolling again.