summer journal 4
A few days back. This one. The one that left an impression.
Because of the simple way it presents shift. How small things begin. How apparent they might become simply through quiet persistence.
But remembering what mom used to say all the time. Mostly about the quiet kids in her class. Still waters run deep. That is what she used to say. It's an old proverb of course implying that a quiet or placid manner may conceal a more passionate nature. But I always remember it. In some visual ways.
And so when I turned this over. Oh! movement. So taken with the arrangement created by the folding back I thought I might try piecing that. First I did a drawing (a drawing that will generate much more than this). 
Just a sketch of some of the different sections as they happened. Simplifying them as block like designs. And then of course redrawing them onto a square, that basic square size I have been using for 9 (still paperless piecing). The pieces were tiny, but I thought I'll try one, which was tedious. (Probably I'll change the scale before I do some others.) I persisted. Stitched it without contrasting thread to emphasize the thread that already ran through it.
And then...
I moved to the thread, I felt, sensed it. How the thread MOVES through it. Many deep things rose to the surface. And we have Nine for the Thread that Moves Through It*. It's all here for me. Patchwork. Nine. Line. Weave. Stitch. Thread. And how I might continue.
*(aka Nine for Revolution)
