So this linear Nine Patch...
(back here as a path) I made another, in magic black and white. It seems to keep the old rhythm that rocks me in a new way. Something for in between. In between appearing and disappearing perhaps. It all seems to come down to that.
I look at them together, knowing they are so similar but at the same time, not at all. I see the first as a kind of wandering. Straying. An accidental alignment. The other more of an intentional arrangement. Still, neither is planned in a way to be static. Going and then a sort of staying. Holding. (Note to self: Form is completed by considering it. Or form remains dynamic if it is considered, reconsidered)
Nine for PlaceKeeping then. For Summer's cloth pages. Pictured here a ragged patchwork spread, begun in Small Journeys. There are 38 pages now, loose, a few still blank. The cover needs some work and I will continue work on this through the end of this month. The format pleases me very much. Scrap book #1. Goings and Holdings. 9/2014-9/2015. The travelogue series (small journeys in cloth).
Chilly morning. I considered a small fire. But then not.
Spider considered weave.
