Up early with not a lot to say, except the lamplight looks like moonlight. And the Magic Cloth 2 is on the wall... but not for long.
The nice thing about large cloth is that you can sit under it while you are still stitching it. This morning the Magic Cloth 1 is a shelter from the chill of the studio. I sat under it before lighting the fire. To watch the sun come up. It kept me warm. It is a good cloth.
If you didn't have a warm cloth, this morning would be a good morning to be covered in fur.
I. We. spent a couple of days trying to imagine a world without internet. A life where building a shelter, growing food and staying healthy and occasionally stitching a warm cloth could be enough, everything. I stitched while we chatted away. And the eye that was born by opening a seam just wide enough to see through it gained focus. I placed the eye's center to coincide with the first simple ring, thinking to myself, that a ring of vision starts with an eye. The tiny brown kantha lightly defines the nine patch as a symbol of my beginnings in cloth. The brown thread was salvaged from the hem of an old skirt and dyed with walnut.
Some say dreaming is a waste of time. That dreaming is separate from doing. I think dreaming is part of the natural order of living a life. And when you look back , it seems like a dream anyway. But it wasn't. Sometimes I think a dream is just a way to reorder moments into a story that can make more sense. To see in a new way
Close your eyes .
