Spirit Cloth

Gentle beauty

Hand dyed.   Heike.    Always worth it.   Hurry up, almost gone.     And I really like this...

Back on paper but still like cloth

A vision of the September moon.  Dreamed. Drawn. As if stitched.

Cloth and Olde Paint

 

I ( we) went to New York City.   To visit my son.   He is working on a hotel renovation.    This picture, of old paint peeling.    It is so much like cloth.   Old cloth.   So.  Thinking about layers.   And how related that is to context.  And thinking about New York City.   My relationship to it.   And workshops.  And things.  How they peel away.  Revealing other things.

Monday patchwork

A nine lives patch  +1.

Yesterday + today = tomorrow.

Finding your own wings

This  has made me sad. This.  And some recent experiences of my own have shaken my trust a bit.    This is  a  section of a piece I started a while ago.  Adapting some  shibori  techniques I learned in  Glennis's class.    In attempts to  use her teaching to  find my own way with it.   A patchwork.   Because that is what I do.   And now  just using it to illustrate  a new path.   Find your own wings folks.   Make the world a beautiful place  by adding your own story.   Don't tear what we  give apart.   We are all trying to make a living here.   But not at someone else's expense.    If you need help it is better to ask for it.   

Meanwhile we  (all of you who get it) , the often shattered, will keep putting the pieces back together,  mending the holes,  making this internet a web of kindness, because this is what we have learned to do.   Good thing.