Spirit Cloth

blues on a stick

wordless, day 1

Yesterday

Yesterday there was Big Wind,  and my thoughts were tossed.  Broken apart.  Breaking things apart is not losing them,  there is always a way back.  A thread.  I feel like this one is a map in a way.  A map of change.  Or a promise.  I am happy with the way I split the moon ( a Glennis moon of course) . How it gives a sense of continuing.  I could see this as a floor cloth,  a QU-UG.  If it were larger.  And I have named it promise.  It is not done yet.

Today, a soft breeze on the horizon.  

The sunrise through a cat's ear. 

I sit quietly, still struggling with the direction for the Magic Feather Cloth.  Tossing ideas in my head.  It might be, that I always work in such a solitary place, and I am not used to so many voices in one cloth.   I am still listening.  Not everything worthwhile comes that easy.  I am aware that I am involved in too many things.  I just turned down a publishing offer and  the chance at a small local show.  Because it is all too big to hold.  I did promise to do an interview for a publication,  but I don't know.  I think quiet is more of a tool for me.  It is my food in a way.  I am not good at  a lot of what dealing with people involves.  Especially certain people who are interested "getting something" from me.  Talking to Myself.   With friends.  With Family.  Talking with Cloth.  This leads me to new Form.   Growth.   And there seems to be just enough of that right here.   How big does the circle need to be really?

simplifying heart

 

a little love story

...and the little ragged scrap said to the thread, " I love you, you complete me..."

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Serena is doing a few tutorials explaining her hand piecing methods...

My favorite line from today's post is:

"...What do I do with my seams? I listen to my fabric and the block in general..."

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My brother posted this on facebook, just had to share.

the Lyrebird...

 

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Back to cloth, although I am still laughing.

Todays' ring is filling in slowly. Like the moon.

 

was

...when cloth unravels, the thread holds on to the memory of where it was. For a while at least.

the walnut shirt -part 2

it always annoys me that the facing on the button hole side of a shirt isn't stitched down. and how it wrinkles up after washing. so i stitched it down. i think i thought about that for 15 years or so. some things take time.

i like the way it has given the edge more weight. and stability. the linen touching the linen. the thread is walnut dyed cotton floss. i don't like stitching with linen. linen thread is stiffer and harder to control the tension of the stitch. silk thread is nice but adds drape, softness i think. for the edge, this functional edge, the cotton seems just right. gentle body.

the lighter side of darker days

the rain continues. i like the light by the window on dark days. it becomes, more obviously, a gift. i have been sitting with the magic cloth. stitching.

and with the feathers that have gathered, off the wall for the moment, to catch a more natural view of what might become.

and she thinks i don't know what she's been into. looking for birds in the thread nest perhaps?

and a gift from the Man.

...the sense of home can be expressed in such small things. which really aren't small at all.

Later: mail's in

a season of seasons

yes.

more snow.

i spent the morning pulling thread from a cloth to make room for something new. maybe a spring breeze. a cloth that is actually woven like this is called a skip dent. the density difference is engineered by skipping some the spaces in the reed, which is like a metal comb that the threads pass through to keep the spacing consistent. i like the idea of patterning with space. not all fabrics lend themselves to thread removal, this is a loosely woven linen. the thread is strong and smooth and pulls out easily.

meanwhile, that icicle is back in new form. looks like it was inspired by the trees.

seasons

A holiday is a good time to celebrate friends.  I have a long list of folks under my crossing paths list. I thought, in celebration of  seaons, I would cycle through them once again. Rotate them. Renew the circle...And make the circle bigger since I have never actually completed my linking.  Sara was the first on my list which made her last over time so here she is again, along with a bit of thread she dyed for me a while back (which I am planning to weave with). Please say hi for me too, if you stop by.  Sara was here for me right from the very beginning. And that seems a long time now.

Thread dyed by Sara Lechner.

Face by jude.