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Posted on March 31, 2015 in needle chanting, quilting, stitching | Permalink | Comments (16)
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Posted on March 31, 2015 in color, dreaming | Permalink | Comments (26)
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.
Posted on March 30, 2015 in Becoming more or less, Cloth as shelter, context/frames of mind, dream/thought catching, impressions, large cloth, looking, naming things, old sky, quilting, scale, windows | Permalink | Comments (28)
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.
Posted on March 29, 2015 in Becoming more or less, clarity (now known as blur-ity), dream/thought catching, layers, sanity, season/change, seeing through things, the sense-feel, thin cloth, through, windows | Permalink | Comments (32)
Basket Sense
Making sense of self. I continue to let the image form. I learn from image. Form.
It is sort of three things. For me.
Basket.
A sense of self. A sense of what self might hold. A sense of what might hold self. Sense is personal. No one else needs to understand. Until you understand, then you might share.
It is snowing. Cold. Again. The studio, the quiet room closed. Not because there is no wood. Just because I am tired of keeping so many fires burning. And I don't need to.
This morning, the curve of the path out seems the rim of a bigger basket. Bigger than my sense of anything yet considered.
Posted on March 28, 2015 in Basket Diaries, Cloth is like self, form, self discovery, Small Journeys series, the sense-feel | Permalink | Comments (15)