Spirit Cloth

A Far Reaching Dream

It was just a kind of off grid base.

5 circle patches, spaces in between. A cloth collage. Glue Stitched. Like I do.

And then the Basket-Self. At the center of this universe I seem to picture myself in. Like we do because it's human nature to sense ourselves so. Use that to be.

Reminds me a bit of yesterday's post. Imagining basket self in that one now. Maybe just a blob-floating.

And then, because Ive been sorting and packing and purging in the studio, I found these. Beast templates I use now and again. I'll call them the connectors. They are us. Bridges.

The fabric loft is now the dust loft.  Time to get up here and finish the purge.

And then, sadly...(I know it doesn't matter to some of you, and then for some it might be good news.)

I'm discouraged and that doesn't happen often.

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Just Playing

Perhaps inspired by this...

I pulled out an old doodle. Actually done on a scrap of paper used to mix paint. You know those. The ones that usually end up in the trash. Not here.

And I named it.

A Brave New World. While thinking about all three of those words. Brave. New. World.

Then, aka, A New World Order. Order. Considering order as well.

 

How Things Grow

Never before

has the asparagus fern flowered. Probably because I put it outside after watching it reach for the light. And now, especially with all the rain, it has everything it needs. It's happy.

I think about people. How that works for them too.

How important place might be. And access to what you need.

I stitched a little pathwork. (Most simply, a word I made up for a cloth (or any composition really) made in a long format. Which I have found encourages story. Because it is like a path. Leading the eye and the mind to somewhere. And I might share that.)

I love how the growth here moves through darker space and toward the light. How the moon becomes a flower.

So simple really.

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Choosing Imperfection

The circles are hand drawn.

I always like them better that way. In this way I become the compass. And the way reflects how centered I am.  It took me years to be able to explain that in so few words. How fragile balance is.

I started this way back. I've been less inclined to check exactly when. Instead I am just going from where I am now. I dream of dyeing this at one point. But who knows where I will be then.

They are all becoming baskets. Eventually. The larger cloths.

Soup

Rain continues.

Mostly everyday. Humid... we need a new word I think, more water in the air than l can handle.

The world here is moldy. Dehumidifier running 24 hours to keep my mind from rotting.

An old rusted stove pipe we replaced this past winter. In the old copper pot. Rain water.  Just there how it happened.  Oak leaves in a jar from fall. Rainwater. There. Useful. I should drop some cloth in there.

A visitor. Night? Morning? Who knows, nothing dries here lately. Marks that might stick around for a while. Thoughts of putting my feet in and walking on cloth. Mark making. So simple. Leave evidence.

Something pinned. There's always something pinned here.

Then one thought over another.

Still Just Looking. Just Going. Just thinking. Alive and well.

Note to self... every thought is a creative act.

 

Threadcrumbs Thursday

Yes, I know, it's Wednesday.  This is for tomorrow (because I will not be here). Again the game here, because it works better...

Some Strays Like it Like That That Way

aka

To Stray is a Way

(email me if you want your name in the basket. $85.00 . 6 and 3/4" square-ish. This one, personal check only, free shipping, and USA only. Game over at midnight. GAME CLOSED. 

Comes with a bit of story.

How it will be

So, still here but going.

I leave you with cloudy stormy bits.

If in fact, it is going to rain forever, we might as well make the best of it.

I'll be back later in the week. Hey Ho.

Again

Off Wandering.

Going is a circle so I'll be back eventually.

If I can get to it today, I'll be making some changes to Feel Free. If not, I'll do it later. For all you Ragmates interested in my new workshop series, you can sign up for the Newsletter here. At the bottom of the page.  I'm working on it.

We almost washed away last night in the Big Rain. But then, it seems, we didn't.

Here's some eyes from the Coma Cloth from way back to keep you considering vision as context.

New Eyes

Continuing.

I made 2 videos. The first one had the wrong focus setting so I had to scrap it.

Here is the best still I could capture from the beginning and I'll just talk about it.

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And here is the second part where I caught my focus error.

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So this morning it is looking back. And I am too. Looking back and not sure of what's ahead. 

Maybe salad. I'll start with that.

Have a good weekend.

 

For reference (from Feel Free)

Split Back Stitch and Wrap Stitch (from Spirit Cloth 101/stitch and Patchwork Beasts)

Direct Doodling (excerpt from Small Journeys)

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OK

Tomorrow. Today.

 

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You know pillows are a great way to watch cloth wear. I think this cloth needs some eyes. I know I need a few new ones.