Spirit Cloth

the way things fell this time around

coma at rest

i decided, if coma was to be hung, i would like it this way. the heaviness naturally falling to the bottom. in real life, the cloth is actually becoming a sleeping bag.  some sort of human container. cocoon.  the back will be  separate cloth (s). detachable. attachable. i am chasing something safe and warm (cool) for a sudden change of season.  i think function, merged with design, is always a strong statement.

i have noticed lately that a lot of my cloths have some sort natural light and dark side. a natural order that happens over and over. sometimes these things happen by themselves because you have them in your head. i when i was about 8, i remember dad showing me how to shade things with india ink cross hatching. i remember that i was really amazed. shading. a dark side.  appropriate here, for coma. but not planned outright. just realized through process.

place

nice to sit by a fire.

and stitch.

to watch things fall together and not be worrying about anything. to ignore confusion.

to appreciate what happened yesterday, after imagining it beforehand.

to wonder where the camera charger is. to not know.

to not care.

at least not now.

seasonal rings

today, anticipating colder nights, i moved the potted plants off the deck, into the house. the clay pots left rings on the wood. aren't they beautiful?  they sell plastic guards to prevent this from happening. and people buy them.

later, i tried isolating some pomegranate dye inside the ring. on cloth. nice.  change is inspiration. preventing it might inhibit what makes us think.

i also tried filling some rings with marks. thread marks.

this yellow stone now seems like a sun dial. moon dial?

rays. rays are like fringe.

rings on the second day

 

 

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