A lot of stuff is taking up a lot of time right now.
I created a category for away because I will need it this year.
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A lot of stuff is taking up a lot of time right now.
I created a category for away because I will need it this year.
Posted on March 30, 2017 in photoplay, season/change | Permalink
Path
How we get though... might encourage many new forms, new perspectives.
I'm going through some ups and downs. I smiled when I found this old drawing from the 60s. I guess I've been going through some ups and downs for a while now. I used to get through without cloth.
Journal entry from January 31, which I haven't had much time to go further with. But with another layer of notes.
Remembering the feeling that some pieces were missing from the puzzle and how I struggled with that.
Away again with stuff, company, and more stuff.
Posted on March 27, 2017 in doodles and drawings (joodlehill), tell the children the truth, the real journal project- loose pages, through | Permalink | Comments (19)
(((o)))
Often defined as a rapid back and forth motion...
Here used as a symbol of a very special kind of just going which involves rocking. Which I think reflects the emotional state of seeking balance. And that might alter the atmosphere of place through a sort of resulting energy and also be communicated, even if just sensed by others. Who might sympathize. And find it useful.
Posted on March 26, 2017 in Cloth is like self, cloth stories, edges, embroidery, fringe, ikat, stray cat/self series, symbols, sympathetic (sempathetic) evolution, the sense-feel, vibrating outward | Permalink | Comments (25)
Old Silk Ties.
I think one of the first attempts at collecting cloth started there.
Thrift shops. And of course some of Dad's old ties. And his Dad's ties.
Silk. Jacquard woven. I always loved the little motifs. Even before I learned how to weave them. Loving them pushed me to that.
These small woven designs often become symbols for me. Or help me develop motifs in stitch. I've used this circle divided into 4 before. For me it is a kind of calendar. A clock. A junction. But I ran across this scrap while sorting this morning. I just cut one dot out. I made a note to myself about heart and time and season and the rhythm of the thing. The spin in the beat that creates center. The circle that the sense of things can make.
As I begin the index process for Feel Free, today, I think I might start with S. And try to speak about Spirit Cloth. I get asked about that so often. And really, every time I get asked, I have to ask myself again, why Spirit Cloth? The answer to this question always becomes a rocking back and forth between now and then. What was I thinking? What am I thinking now?
As a new season unfolds here, most personally for me, I know I must mend the design of my Feel Free project. Perhaps scale it back a bit to fit a more mobile phase in my life. Make it smaller but not less. In the meantime, I continue working on these small pieces that portray a wandering self. A stray has no agenda other than to keep going and enjoy the safety in kinder days. The chill has gone and the gentle rains have moved in. I hear the geese overhead. They are their own magic carpet.
Posted on March 25, 2017 in Becoming more or less, Cloth is like self, cloth stories, continuing aka Just Going, crossroads, design mending, dots and circles, Findings, hearts, love, notes to self, old cloth, questions, season/change, spinning, stray cat/self series, symbols, the sense-feel, weaving | Permalink | Comments (28)
Consider Reconsider me back.
The computer is running. The external Hard Drive is dead.
Don't worry about what is lost there. That's yesterday. Today everything is new.
Even this, from way back when I did a little handweaving to make the center. It's like a tiny flying carpet she says to herself. I'm suddenly shaken awake. After a deep sleep, I am deeply awake. Seeing everything differently even before words form. There are sudden travel plans and plenty to be undone before going.
Hold your hat the wind is kicking up.
And the computer is not.
Posted on March 23, 2017 in green, handwriting, stray cat/self series, technology and blogging | Permalink | Comments (34)
But not just snow. Technology once again. Hard drive failing. And my "stupid" phone has a memory virus. That's a new one. Time to rethink my capacity to handle all this S**T. Maybe it's my mind in meltdown.
Anyway, not to bother you with the details. Just consider me away for a bit in the background. Needle chanting. While I work my way through it. Again.
After adding a little weaving I found a new name for this one...
When you Wish you had a Magic Carpet to Fly Away on
Posted on March 21, 2017 in naming things, problem solving, technology and blogging | Permalink
So really, it WAS the first day of Spring.
Snow melted, birds sang, and everyone came out to go walking.
It smells different.
And I made a little Equinox cloth.
Light coming through...
I'm still working on it. I like that it seems balanced, gives the sense of that. Centered. Symmetrical. But it's not. But it is.
Posted on March 20, 2017 in a little holiday cloth, alignment, balance, Cloth is like a world, imperfection, impressions, indigo-Spirit Cloth Blues, spring, stars, the wishing kind, the sense-feel | Permalink | Comments (35)
Just Yesterday. A slow thaw.
Some old March about 37 years ago. Wondering who I was, and where I might fit in...
This morning...Dust. Evidence of Mom's chin.
And still wondering where I fit in. Perhaps just expressing that differently.
That's a mighty clear artist statement I think to myself.
Jude Hill. Wondering where I fit in. Really it could just be a note to self.
My confusion, I guess, comes from not knowing which self to get to know better. And how I can shape-shift in my mind. How I do that.
Posted on March 20, 2017 in Cloth is like self, doodles and drawings (joodlehill), dream/thought catching, how it might happen, identity, notes to self, questions, remembering, self portrait, stray cat/self series, transformation | Permalink | Comments (48)
I used to paint and draw
all the time.
Self Portrait. Being process. 1974
There has been a lot of sorting through old journals and drawings this year. The Loose Pages. At one point in time, I cut a lot of the tiniest doodles off odd scraps of paper and envelopes, shopping lists and what ever it was I drew on. They became scraps in a shoebox. Visual notes to self. I liked them like that for the longest time. Now I am cataloging them. Digitally. Naming them. Providing a way to reconsider them. But then they go back in the box. Because I still like them that way. How I might pick one out and put it into the context of the day. Kind of like a paper component system, that is my thought today. A joyous thought actually.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung