Spirit Cloth

Cloth is again like a world

Poof.

Probably 20 years.

I have had this piece of silk. Not new at all when I came across it, tossed in the trash, seems to have been ripped out of some sample book at one point. Not uncommon to find such things while working as a designer in the textile world. Fashion folks are so wasteful.  It's special. Warp printed and jacquard woven with one color in the weft. And now I have cut it. Not sure what it had been intended for but at least I am using it. 

In the same boat, In the same world.  The velvet is indigo dyed over a bit of Mom's Wedding dress. That dress sure gets around. Some gaps to fill here and then some over stitching imagined. Inspired by that jacquard. This one has carried me. Us. From one place to another.

Across moons.

Cloth is like a world

 

Just settling in.

Feeling like there should be more cloth related stuff here by now, but really...

There Is. 

New Velvet after the big rain.

Rock like like a Rumpled Folded Blanket.

And young trees like Needles Threaded.

The clotheslines were here.

I noticed them right off. Right before they told me there was no working washer or dryer.

It was close to 70 degrees here all weekend. January. It won't last. But the windows were open. Breezes blowing through. This helped me feel at home. This is an outside place.  What if, ultimately, the studio will just be the outside? Maybe that's how it will be. As nature allows. There was talk about building a little shed out there in the woods. There is a lot of talk. Sometimes it's just enough. Dreams are like blankets. Human Wrapping Cloth.

Come sit a while...

A whisper. Just This.

This, this softening of the stone. Stone walls. Trees fallen and standing. Beds of leaves. This place.

First stitches here, I actually found a small piece of green velvet on top of the first box of scrap that I unpacked this morning when I said to myself, Moss. I need Moss. Just nine from some small squares left over from Small Cloth class. Ready.  Nine for softness in winter. Nine for a place to rest. The velvet was too small.  I worked on it, backing the center with a bit of thin silk, so it might still hold together. 

Holding things together is no small thing.

Note to self...Keep your needles threaded.