Spirit Cloth

seeing

i have been focused on eyes lately (ha! that sounds so funny) and i caught sight of this eye in my work table this morning.  it is marred from all the pinning and cutting but it is still there, beautiful, looking back at me as always. it made me think of mom, how her eyes have slowly become clouded with cataracts, but how just the other day (thanksgiving it was) she looked me right in the eye and said, "you know, the best thing about getting older is that you can finally see clearly, see things for what they are..."

...so i am still thinking about eyes, about seeing, about the evolution of vision. and that it might be a different kind of evolution. a kind that can happen within a lifetime. 

i have in my head that it is related to storytelling, this vision thing. like making out patterns in the darkness as your eyes adjust to your surroundings. it is about seeing and also being seen. there are many new symbols in this one. i am paying more attention to that lately. the personal aspect of representation. i will finish this one today. it is a small cloth but it is a keeper of many eyes.

the spirit of technology

quilting a toss

i love the day after a storm... usually blindingly sunny and little pieces of everything...(dots?)...are scattered about.  yesterday, in the wind,  the leaves were flying and i thought of them as tree feathers. (i was also noticing the small space left between the back stitches has the look of couching)

and so that feather showed up again like a fallen leaf and as a reminder that is a somehow a permanent symbol now. maybe even a signature. (i embroidered tossed some red dots into the mended edging to encourage a conversation with that woven dotted fabric)

this piece is really about tossing. pieces of different times and places all mixed up and thrown around. seemingly out of place... and seeing the beauty of that. i have often been told i am all over the place (not as a compliment). i might have even caught myself pressuring my own son with that phrase. but today the toss seems a good thing. and i bite my tongue. that early chill may just be the first few stitches in natures blanket of change. just a new pattern. maybe things need to be rearranged to refresh usefulness.

now i will go collect all the storm' s debris. it is a good day to gather kindling.