Spirit Cloth

transition and weathering the storm

... this morning's walk was proof that the season is swinging, the leaves have thinned and the light is changing. all my little forest friends are scurrying about making plans for the change in temperature. the goddess of change (keeper of the seasons) (a gift from brother nemo) shows the scars of seasons past but seems to persist year after year as does the thickening oak she leans on.
....my sympathies are with her and i have offered her my thoughts on aging , to give her some temporary shelter from the storm. it's raging all around her.
Not at all,( not even close...) what she had imagined, BUT happening ...all the same.....

quilting the return of the dragon

......this creature was cut from a karate sash, an old Halloween costume from my son's kiddie years. i forgot i had it , but it just popped out of the scrap pile last night. i figured if i added a bit of fire breathing to it, it would definitely fit into the fever theme.
the hot breath is unraveling and couched, transition style, some sort of heat transfer. it roams near the edge along with various flareups that warm that dark edge of the black curve. keeper of the path along the curve of darkness.  heating bills being what they may be,  i will  keep fever close to me in the coming months,  hoping to have a roaring fire going  for the holiday giving season. this one is for my other brother. 

quilting and riding the curve

.....a lot is happening with this piece at this point. the change is fairly radical, if i look back to where it started. i think i had a different vision of where it would end. but it keeps going.
......i have chosen to leave a lot of the unravellings and loose ends, instead of snipping and hiding i am couching them down in place as they are encrusting this piece with a sense of process. there is a feel of ordered chaos, and another small journey, especially since a tiny traveler decided to enjoy the spin on the outer edge of the reflective  sunflower. 

doodle wednesday-keeper of the eyelet

rework (over-draw) of journal entry from 1968. i am beginning to update my old work, to review and rework and update the context of old thoughts caught. to get the full impact i suppose  it would be helpful if you knew me way back then.

tutorial as a horror story

from mom's journal (typewritten (!), from a poem written by Helen E. Buckley) .