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...and the little ragged scrap said to the thread, " I love you, you complete me..."
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Serena is doing a few tutorials explaining her hand piecing methods...
My favorite line from today's post is:
"...What do I do with my seams? I listen to my fabric and the block in general..."
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My brother posted this on facebook, just had to share.
the Lyrebird...
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Back to cloth, although I am still laughing.
Todays' ring is filling in slowly. Like the moon.
OK. So just one more thing. Weave. Because it is always there for me. It runs deep and has visited me more in dreams than any place else. This is where I wander off into something more personal. To find new form. This is where I have always been going. This is how I will continue.
As you know, I don't read much. Or haven't read much or even socialized much with the textile community. In a way this has served me well up to now. I think because, now, at a later age, I have taken many personal journeys with cloth. Without guidance or company. I think my love of cloth kept me going rather than the struggle to be good at it. And self discovery has been my biggest joy. Making me just want to share how that happens somehow.
That being said, I have now begun to read and interact more. And it is interesting, this backwards approach. Seems easier to digest the words and work of others, without being in the position of awe and/or needing to emulate. Or even to be led into a kind of blind acceptance without really knowing. It is more of a conversation now, and equal back and forth. I have something meaningful to say and think. I have more real way of receiving what is being offered. That's just the way it is for me. The way it could best happen. I have finally found a true comfort in who I am. and what I do. This has been a behind the scenes struggle , like it always is even if it seems not. So it's really a good feeling.
So I'm just sayin' it...
and thank you Liz....
...when cloth unravels, the thread holds on to the memory of where it was. For a while at least.
What is broken? It depends.
Today I am thinking about how a ring might be broken.
1. Intentionally divided by design. I look at this as a form of destruction and also a form of rebirth. Depending on the intention.
2. Unintentionally interrupted by circumstance and the impact of that. This can create hope and change but also sadness. Depending on the circumstance.
3. And then broken simply because it hasn't formed yet or it is simply expanding. Depending on how you look at it. Like when a few thoughts came together yesterday through focus. In this case nine of them. And the ring is the thread that runs through them. Because you know it has always been there.
Focus: Can I add one more thing?
color = brown
shape = ring
beast = dragon
concept = sympathetic evolution
number = 9
And so it begins.
Right now just Looking.
A looking ceremony.
alternative audio link if you see no player
The feather basket overflow-eth.
(If you are not familiar with this project, you can read about it in my sidebar. A few late feathers have floated in and I will post them in Gathering Feathers tomorrow.)
I love how wind will bend a cloth and change the form of what's on it. Over and Over. I love the eye that forms when a ring bends. And I love how a thin cloth shows itself so honestly. Truly a cloth whispering. And I really love how any color can become brown with a bit of tweaking. Sometimes it is just the time of day.
This is an old fling thing, revisited. Disassembled. I have found new purpose in taking some old thoughts apart in order to put them back together.
It is nice to see students starting blogs and sharing their work. We all know how hard it is to find folks to come visit when we first step into this big web. So go say hi.
Then. there is the the woven/ dyed fling...
Hanging in the window since summer.
Waiting.
Today I am asking myself if (?) new thoughts might move through old self more easily for the same reason as the needle glides through old cloth. .
Yesterday, in Diaries I began to focus on Dragons (it is the year of the dragon) as story keepers for Magic Cloth 1.
And so all things being connected, I have also decided to make the dragon my beast of focus for now. Is that too many things? I don't think so. Focus is a little game I play with myself to expand my vision. I have become a lot better at it over the years... besides, deciding, without worrying is easier. So now we have:
color = brown
shape = ring
beast = dragon
concept = sympathetic evolution
OK.
Today's rings are slices. Parts of things that are really not separate even though they seem to be sometimes. I imagine that something still connects them like pieces of a puzzle. I drew this in high school. It is an apple. The new text connects it to the post from yesterday. In a way, it is now a self portrait. A form of self, Sympathetically Evolving to survive the unspoken violence of selfishness and greed.
And now I will go thread a needle.
So the tree and its shadow looked a bit like hands on a clock. And after a night of rain, the snow is gone and spring has suddenly appeared mid-winter. I guess it means it is Time to go outside and get some fresh air. Later.
A simple arrangement. In pinkish brown. Part of an old whisper.
One heart, two hearts, three hearts
Four.
Five hearts, six hearts,
Seven.
And two more.
A little holiday cloth. And just trying to redefine the valentine/heart once again. I think something less artificial is a good start.
Later...
...there were 9 hearts overlapping. minus 1. Not because I planned it that way but because I counted wrong.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung