Spirit Cloth

Stitching

 

Quilting (for me) is a needle chant. 

One stitch at a time is how I like it.

Needle in

Needle out

Making do

 

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Today I have begun quilting an older piece. I was calling it Half Woven in Space.

That still seems OK. I have decided to make this into a larger piece.

Because I dreamed of it.

A blanket. A quilt.

It is already 25" square.  About.

Right now it is pinned to the Magic Cloth. 

Where it seems to give me the impression of a window.

To another dimension.

 

I want to talk about this cloth more. Talk about quilting.  Tomorrow.  I will quietly sit with it today.

Without talking.

 

Something like a curtain

There is a bunch of thin cloth hanging between the drafty kitchen and the room we heat. The kitchen is between the studio and that warm room.  I replaced the heavier one because I just couldn't stand not to have some light coming through. It helps to hold the heat. With an occasional cool breeze.

Soul-o loves it.  He chases shadows and runs back and forth between the sections, especially at night when the firelight makes it seem like a dense fog in the wind.

March is a bit like a curtain between seasons.  The kind you cannot pull back to see more clearly.  More like a fog that lifts on it's own accord.  And it's been hanging there. 

I placed a square of very thin cloth (I used to test the indigo vat) over the patchwork from last week.  I like what it did to the grid.  It erased the lines.  Made a window.  But didn't destroy the sense of order.  The thought. In my mind I can see through it.