Spirit Cloth

Composition

Compose.

To begin with something. To make peace with it.

That is how I use the word.

There is a the physical thing. The need for it to feel right, and to hold together, at least long enough to reconsider.  Letting it, helping it  BE.

There is also the thought behind it. I always hope that might become a tool and not a weapon. 

I make changes, often based on softening my original vision. Even though I was often taught the opposite. In this case my thought has softened as well, and this one has become more about that. How dark and light might lean into each other.  Which is really quite a concept if you think about it.  I remember how weaving taught me so much about that. Softening. The new form in that. Anyway, I am rambling today because that is how things come together.

Pause for a Moment

 

I worked on this one yesterday.

In the lamplight this morning, the colors are altered. The photo not so clear.

I added the red dot. Some stitch. 

 

 

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Before More Rain...

The laundry.

(And a few sniffles.)

A joy that never ends. I love to hang laundry outside. We never had a dryer growing up.  So glad to have laundry line memories.  Maybe I love cloth more because of that.

The shirt I call Nine (you might remember from Contemporary Boro). On the line. I've done more stitching on it over the years. I am going to shorten it today. And mend it a bit.

I was considered dyeing it a while back, but I didn't.

I didn't plant these. They sprouted voluntarily in the path between the raised beds after I moved the compost for the fence building.  I considered yanking them out, it was so late, but I didn't. And they made it though Ida. In such a short while, full grown, good shit, this compost. Looks like all the rain and a warm enough autumn will allow full ripening. I am delighted with my late garden. Farmer jude is back at it. 

Weaver jude is on her way.

Even Though

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Commenting is a problem here, so comments are off. Ok, comments are a problem here, but let's see...

The service that delivered my posts by email has stopped offering email delivery and I don't plan to pay for another one. 

I haven't decided how I will use this place. Maybe my posts will be private. 

I put the globe tracker back, from scratch so I might know if anyone comes here anymore. My guess is mostly not. But green dots might prove me wrong.

I am still blogging over here for now, since I moved a while ago.

Nothing stands still for for long in my world. We'll see.

My Real New Year

There is a lot of considering in the air.

At one point, after a lot of practice, one just might be able to 

Consider All Things

To be continued...

shifting perspective

Also I am thinking about tree forms.

Good Morning

Bear with me, I am in some sort of personal internet lockdown. And words are not coming easily. The only kind of fire I want to build right now is the kind that keeps us warm in winter. Or supports the making of Soup.

Considering the Page as a Moment

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Cold and Going

23. 23 degrees. 

First glance out the window and my thought was, it's true, the aliens have landed. Or maybe they are leaving. In any case these are strange days. 

I missed yesterday's train . Of thought.

I added a layer of drawing over Holding Pattern.  I talked to myself.

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I did more drawing.  Thoughts for quilting/securing the space around the pattern. Which is a kind of basket. Self.

The question, not so much about pattern but the visibility.  Darker thread? Or lighter thread? And will visibility disturb the space? Maybe just walking stitch or ? a more textured thing? I will talk to myself again.

Hanging

Hanging here, these small loose favorite things, I used to dress up this ugly chandelier when I moved here...(do you believe we are almost a year in?) they have come to be quite handy in these stay at home times.

The thing about hanging...

...is that a thread is often involved, at least here, hanging by a thread.

Thread is good. It's the part of the equation that we can use for change. 

This is an old piece. I just named it Coming Back to Life. Normally I might go back and check what I called it way back when. Catch that thread. But I am wondering how useful that is. The story is already in me and maybe the current thread is what I should go with. To continue. Today is a loose patch.

It is still warm here but that will change soon enough. I have collected a lot of plant material here and cooked up an Earth Yellow brew. I often over-dye but rarely over print. I am thinking about that today. That thought is hanging in my mind. By a thread.

Things will be a bit piecemeal here for the rest of 2020. I think I will pull it all together with the turn of the year. Still stitching on Holding Pattern. It's a gift to be given by year's end.

Ps. I feel Good.