I love how she seems to hold so many moments at once. And I can remember what's missing.
And winter Soul-O. Just plain comfortable. Young and unashamed.
Yesterday. The day seemed to melt into early spring. Most of the snow has gone. And with a day of steady rain, we will be left with mostly wet earth. The smell of that.
And winter me. Not the Winter Bitch from last year. No. Softer, grayer, not caring one bit, spending time trying to make my hair seem like thread. I did spend some time, late into the night, by firelight, stitching the old bitch.
An older and wiser Winter Bitch. Resting in a nest (basket) of lines and wrinkles and patches... I just decided to lose the pen completely. Let the lines form. See what emerges. And just love it. Acknowledging with joy that she is simply still here. When the ink runs out of my pen, I will not buy another. There is always walnut ink. Or no guide at all.
I am using sewing thread for the new dark lines, split back stitch, one strand of thread, splitting hairs.
It is February. I am very in between coming and going. With lots of loose ends to tie up. There will be gaps.
Winter Bitch continued from some old Small Journey here.
In some way I am always looking through patchwork. So this is good. That patchwork might be a window to something else.
The center could be anything really. I am playing around with some eco dyed samples from way back. Using them. Finally. I am not dyeing this year except for indigo that I might need to complete some big cloth. I don't need to dye much anymore. I have stacks of old experiments to share with you eventually, the cloths and the process. As I use them. Make blankets.
I like the contrast between the organic and the grid. I like the square ring. The background cloth is cotton linen and has dragonflies woven right into it. The center cloth is silk. This will be a big cloth. With a lot of space. For radiating outward. In a less kind of way.