I decided to call this one Lost Moon Like a Basket. Continued from here. Because that is how it went. How it holds scraps of self. Of course now it is found but the lost part is a more important part of the story here. It was lost once before, the center section being an old what if from years ago. I kind of forget sometimes how lost and found is such a natural order , a balancing act, when it comes to creative thought. How it might rock you. Become a form in itself, taking the shape of persistence.
This cloth is rather small. 8 inches by 14" about, including the fringe. But is seems bigger to me somehow. It has had a long life.
And here it is, another day. And I could add a bit more to it. But I won't. It's ok.
On the right, the Magic Cloth still in progress. On the left, big kilim form Turkey. In the middle a space to imagine some new journey. Because in this coming year, the year after I became old, while traveling here and there, I will be cloth whispering, inspired by weave. Weaving . Across moons and mind and anything else that crosses my path. Redefining cloth as I know it.
There will be a shop update, if I can manage it, at the end of November. It's going to be Very cold soon and I will be spending a lot of time in this chair.
Which is clothed in a nice old ikat from Indonesia and an old wool weaving from days gone by. I was thinking sewing chairs might get cold too. We will stay warm together.
Halloween cloth is still in process and the air is fresh and clear, a little woodsmoke wafting through it. Today is my last post for a while until I find my way back. There will also be a short gap over at Diaries (direct link to today's entry) .