I let her standing become a path.
With the help of an old sharpie which never seems to dry up. A vertical field that frames her. She might become one with the way. And even a mapmaker.
And then I embarked on a long journey.
Some full coverage embroidery. The slower stitch. Split back stitch, which I really call the tapestry stitch now. Here I am using the background weave of the cloth as a sketch, and I am stitching over it. Skitching (stitching over a sketch). Where as the figure has been skatched, patched over my own sketch.
My idea here, well, what if I frame a section of the chaos and transform it into some sort of secret garden way, a place touched by her spirit. Of going. Perhaps she is just listening to what it all has to tell her. The story, of how it might go.
This will take a long time so I can just know that and patiently enjoy the transformation. And I will use up a lot of the tangle in my thread nest. That feels good too. We can check in on her from time to time.
She is a lion.
And I suppose I feel comforted and ready to walk the walk.
I broke a tooth off over the holiday, and now I have to go, yes, in these awful times, to the dentist. Hey ho.
