Simply what Happens

The Spirit of Evolutionary Consciousness.

Changed again under the needle.

And probably will again. I witness how it happens.

This one does not lie flat. I remember when that used to bother me. It often bothers others. I guess at this point, the nature of cloth and stitch is a great source of expression for me. Part of my symbolism has become linked to how the cloth form takes shape, not just the image I create. These things are linked by process, change. The story is that.

Most likely, this factor would never be known by the observer unless mentioned. But still, there is the fact that it's there, to be seen. Felt. This Eye Heart thing, it puckers up like most circular stitching does. Cones. A result of the tension  and take up as you go round and round. There are ways to prevent it. Or to marvel in it.

 

In truth, I said to myself, it simply rises up.  It pleased me suddenly because it made so much sense suddenly. Here.   Truth Rises Up. As I age I am more aware that truth rises up. Through change. It is simply what happens. I live in sympathy with this evolution in my creative mind. 
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I said, a day or so ago, there seemed to be no flowers here. Not so. I didn't wait long enough to see.