Spirit Cloth

Encouraging a change in form

A day or so, ago.

She felt heavy. She had too many layers as a result of how she came together.Now, a day or so later, thoughts again of how form changes through interaction, here focused on where light meets dark:

I do a lot of my initial drawing digitally. I used to print the picture, that works too. But printer ink runs out fast and paper is precious. And really, as a person who draws a lot, learning digital drawing, having the tools, I think it only enhances possibility and encourages new form.

So here she is. Looking a bit unsure. But Ready. Or at least in that frame of mind. Now to draw on  the cloth. 

I noticed some issues with Typepad, this blog server, cropping up again. I'm not going anywhere though, I will just work with it.  Feel Free, well, that will evolve as well, but as it is... it will disappear as we know it, all content will be available here in one form or another.  Please note that the site will become unavailable for a few months while I fiddle.  Starting in October.  I have downgraded to a cheaper plan and changes need to be made. I will put the links to free classes here soon enough. 

I will simply extract what I need as I go.  Can't believe how much is already there in such a short time. Here, if you click, some additional thoughts on the digital doodle. Rambling with a pen...

Everything is...

September.

A warm one really.

There are berries on the dogwood. The birds will be happy about that.

There are pears despite tree fungus. All the leaves turned black and fell off. But there are pears. Smaller but sweet. I will learn more about pears. These grow along the road in. Trees need to be trimmed along the wood's edge, too much shade.  Next year, more fruit trees and some learning.

There is a circle here on Everything is So Fragile.  Even though it is too big to see. More than one actually.  Suddenly it has occurred to me that there is no other kind of direction. In perspective.

Here we are

On the edge of season, again.

It was around this time almost 2 years ago that we knew we were probably going to move here. My sense of time is so strange now.  But a circle always helps me realize it doesn't matter. 

Moving some firewood today.

And I renamed this many times but today I will call it just that.

On the Edge of Season.

The whole forest

smells like grape jelly. 

I'm not exaggerating.

I need (to become) a bigger basket.