Spirit Cloth

Not Being There

One Loose Page from a little while back while this small piece was in a simpler form.

These small figured pieces, the stray cat self portrait series, are a path to something else. Even though a path often leads to a new place, this path I am on seems to have multiple dimensions. And ultimately might take me back to a simpler time when I understood how to embrace that. The going that is not a straight line toward this or that. With no regret.

I make a lot of cloths, not to have them BE anything or FOR anything except to help me SEE(witness)something. If I had to make a statement about my making it would probably be that my goal is to catch thought, make my thought visible, and witness how this might lead to new form. In the end I will certainly have to remove myself, the figure, to get at the form more purely. What's left.

There are many aspects of process. All the steps in between. I have to remind myself to be patient with those. Not to be embarrassed by any of them. It is very much about a kind of Magic. In my world magic is simply the process of Appearing and Disappearing. More simply Life and Death. All steps in between revealed makes it less of a trickery.

I let most of my thoughts float freely, so that those seemingly unrelated moments get to touch somehow. Sometimes it is just a pinning in between. A temporary puzzle solving. Like the photos below. Once two thoughts touch they form another. Once a thought is thought it changes the way you think.

An Exercise in NoThing

Yesterday.

 There was Gazing. Rain. Thoughts about how things might melt away.

Resting on Monday

Monday in April is a relaxing day.

Everyone around here in this neighborhood goes back to work or school and it is quiet. Deserted.

There is laundry that will wait for Tuesday. Dirty sock for Soul-O.

Even cloth has relaxed. Continued from yesterday.

I don't feel like typing so let me talk. You might click on the picture to see closer while I am talking.

 

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The pink mending is split back stitch, with one strand I call it splitting hairs. Changing orientation is a good exercise in looking and balance. Dad taught me that. Changing the alignment of components encourages a different chain of thoughts. Story.

Evening Tea

Just a dip.

The whites are too white. Not ancient enough.

The lens on the camera is steaming up.

The result.

A Little Rain and Opportunity

April seems slow. Very slow.

Rain overnight. The so slow quiet kind.

Outside the studio, the overhang protects part of the deck, especially if the rain is light.

(Continued from here)To celebrate the rain, the rain we really needed, I stitched the next section diagonally. Two strands of white, since one didn't seem to say rain. I found an unexpected opportunity to follow the printed dot pattern while stitching. And then I stitched the window of opportunity to celebrate that. I followed the shadow of the folded back cloth so it isn't centered or straight. Opportunity is like that I was thinking, not planned, perfect or as expected. Just suddenly there to notice. To go with.

Like a temporary path.