Spirit Cloth

fade in fade out

 

cool nights but it is still greenish here,  a strange confusing month, seems almost as if we might move into colorlessness without much drama.  but october will prove me wrong. i remember.  some fog cloth in process. since the copper pot and the oak stuff seem to produce a ghostly grey.  that's good, i can use some grey to express a mood i am in.  me ? moody? what?  and if i wait long enough, i know there will be black.

it is warm too, humid and still. but the squirrels are hogging all the acorns.

something cold is coming for sure.

maybe another coma.

 

i suppose i will be putting some things in the shop this week. i don't even want to make a plan for that, so don't ask me what or when. i don't know. really i don't. my mind is a blank. fog like. it's just time to clear out some space for more wood.  more wood.

and a few tomatoes...

what

these are just a few  things i noticed in the studio today while asking myself how we justify murder.

what evolution?

i am not in the mood for feather friday. maybe next week.

there are no more words really.

head in the clouds...

so clouds. and sky, and then  i imagined patchwork in space, it would be spaced out.

ok, rant gone, comments gone.

what a day.

see you tomorrow.

(sky fabric  by glennis ...stained with a tad of walnut,

sunny squares dyed by deb, a small square of batik rain by T. )

a patch of rose colored sky

mom and i just sat around talking today. there are things to be talked about. i added a patch of rose silk to this fragment because it was in my pocket. luckily i also had some rose colored thread to make it more comfortable.

i'm home now where bigger cloth is waiting.

another day

the garden continues.

and so does the stream of feathers...

thank you again for all the feathers and accompanying gifts coming this way. i am speechless.

on this coming feather friday I will be initiating another segment call Gathering Cloth with a new lesson and some new ideas for contributing to this project. stay tuned....

early this morning i added a bit to this one. now i am off to mom's, mum's, whatever.... see you later.

some-wear out there

with the sudden onset of cool nights and the wind damage from the storm, summer seems to have ended  more quickly than expected.

i am making it a habit to be out early in the cool air. it is has a new energy which i crave. as always, it comes in the form of a reminder. some things are slowing down, some are speeding up, some are just going.  a while back i decided to experiment with fading, as a way to soften dyes, to uncolor cloth, perhaps even to pattern it.  i prepared a few summer bundles which i haven't opened yet.  but my thoughts also went again to useful creativity. and so i used a lot of cloth to tie the vegetables this year. and i am harvesting the cloth early this year as some of the plants are ready to rest.

india has some fade experiments going on as well, for her own reasons... and today, as i patiently wait for more wear to work with i am  asking why is fading ever a bad thing?  where did we learn that?

it is nice that this summer sun has left its mark on these small strips. i found this one to be just a perfect scrap of season for the hurricane cloth which has become some sort of ode to august 2011.

i will work on this one now, through the days that are to come, the warmer ones that remind. the warm autumn days that soften winter's edge.
 the rest of my ongoing harvest of cloth will go toward building the big series i call "squares of wear".

initiated way back here.

these will be a more formalized version of 21st century rags.

before i die i plan to do one show, one book, and a few million good deeds.

rest as conversation

maybe you can tell i am i bit tired, maybe not. yesterday i made only 10 tiny stitches. to indicate a sense of something, like a ring, that might communicate its curve by running right through you. holding you there by bending your vision. if you let it that is. for a moment, a mutual edge.

i watch her choosing a place to rest. how she melts in and softens even the hardest edges. (or maybe the other way around)  and i am thinking a lot about how you might choose a place to be for a while. how resting includes leaning and touching your surroundings. staying closer for longer. if you stay longer you notice how one thing begins to flow into another. or you get a sense that it might. if you let it.

it's a new day

and there is music

and a sense of order

and dancing (but no dance contest) 

and wood.

(batik by T)

cold is coming

so there is a nip in the air this morning and i will harvest the second leaf growth from the indigo. i might try this, thanks to claire for the link.... Claire does some beautiful dyeing... and stitching too, she is in my sidebar but you might have missed her so i will move the link to the top.

and stack wood, stack wood, stack wood.

rosiness

moving along, getting my flow back by going.

a feather and a ring of vision framed in very old cotton stained in various shades of rosiness. a few one inch squares always calms me down and gets me going. and these natural pinks are so much better than the artificial ones.

now for a little blush from some red wine, and i will be back to normal. ha!