Spirit Cloth

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Dear jude,

 

When I consistently work for myself with no other motive, this truth become evident.

Always only just begun.

Quiet time

Had to manage the layers a bit here. There's a page forming for that now.  Sometimes I compose by stacking pieces of cloth. (Stackwork) It gets thick.  I cut away from the back. To get back or close to a single layer of cloth before I keep going.

Not sure yet but I like the cross formed by extending of self.

Comments are off for a few days. I'm focused on inner conversation and will stay close to myself for a bit. Thanks for your company. I know you are here. I'll return with some what-iffing real soon.

Three and Away.

Eye Woman

just a sense

of spirit.

I'm not rocking inward, I'm diving in. Then there will be some drifting.

A new Pairing

There are two loves.

Well three, but we can leave the Man out of it for now.

The two. Cloth. And paper. Drawing really. Doodling mostly.

Both of them forever entwined with questions. What if?

 

 

So What If I combine them? They have almost always been one in many ways. But the thought today is simply to link them physically. As a process form. As ThreadCrumbs, to make the sharing more meaningful. This is my first prototype because really I am pursuing a little story book idea that goes way back.I have a lot of little experiments here that might become more useful.........

The other thing is there are some large cloths in process that complete my Sanity Series that must be worked on quietly out of public view for a while. So what if I return to the What If format for now? Some of you might remember that. I had a separate blog. But now not. Now here. Now that. Small cloth experiments. For a while.

 

 

 

Wishing for a change of direction.

A red star.  A lot of color for me. But it was hot. I got caught up in the idea of a wishing star being a placeKeeper for a change of direction.

I'm back to what-iffing. Catching small thoughts in a new way. But I can talk about that later. Here, the star as a corner has caught me as an interesting arrangement. I made one sketch,there are others waiting in line. But the thread part is important. I pulled snippets of thread from the thread nest, because I save all those small thread ends. One by one, small pieces of color ended up in a nice blend and variation on red. But it also had me thinking about variegated threads in general. How so often the color repeat is too long, so on small areas you don't see the color change soon enough. You know what I mean? That's why I like  Deb's Threads.  Her crazy method of dyeing produces the perfect scattering of color. Way better than the commercial kind and even some of the hand painted threads I've seen. 

A red star then, practicing a few things for the Endless Wishing Cloth... and the reflection of a new day.

PS. I did rows and rows of split back stitch on the star points here. very close together.

The square in perspective.

A doodle under glass.

Preserving self.

It's raining hard enough to float away. It's 1000% humidity. Bitch alert.

There comes a time...

Time gives us time to reconsider usefulness.

I sat here with a cup of coffee this morning. Remembering all the little bits and pieces of my life that once seemed useless.  Things I  wished I had gotten to. Things I wished I'd never started. Things that were left in between. Lost. Forgotten for no good reason.  Kept secret because of embarrassment.  Ruined and stopped in their tracks by someone's opinion. Left behind because of my own ambitions. Gifts conjured yet never given. I wished I could stitch them all together. They would make a lovely something-or-other.  Then a few seconds later, I realized I already had.

I found this little piece of patchwork this morning. It's been in between for so long it seems finished.

The tree batik dyed by an old friend. She is off somewhere.

Good Morning.

Summer's here.

So far, that's all we got.

We're planning on letting it be enough. Practicing that. Until we are real good at it.