Posted on September 09, 2018 in alignment, components aka loose patches, crossover, crossroads, doodles and drawings (joodlehill), form, in between | Permalink | Comments (19)
It was the electric feeling that spring green generates. A throwing open of arms. A big deep breath.
Something new for a moment, then you can not separate it from the moment before . Or the moment after.
Ghosting. A bit about that over here.
Posted on May 25, 2018 in color, crossover, design mending, edges, flow, form, green, meeting points, One-ness, season/change, sympathetic (sempathetic) evolution, wings | Permalink | Comments (22)
So Flow.
Over time, the force behind the thing that goes through it. The bigger thread.
When I stitched the Greening House (from yesterday) I pieced the bottom part of the house and then appliqued it, and the roof to the lovely old indigo cloth. To keep things light, as I do, I cut away some of that lovely cloth. And also rescued it for later.
The piece I cut from the body of the house had a small strip of the resist pattern on it. It was the beginning of a new house. It became like a band of clouds. Then a sphere on the edge of shadow. But not as moody. I stitched those two together. Then I used the piece I cut from behind the roof. Appliqued that to the bottom of the moon. And cutaway from beneath again, maybe a roof for another day. Then I created the Home Body from an old jacquard that reminded me of wings. Split a striped cloth so that the special woven red bit would seem to continue through. Sewed that onto the moon block where, up until then, the roof seemed to be a mountain. Suddenly I thought oh!, seersucker is like water. I have a small stack of old seersucker scraps. The last patch is a river.
This has a nice flow. But really, the important part is the Home Body.
This old doodle (this old house?)is on the wall. Some of you remember it. I know I have used it in many a post. I don't have the mind to find the references right now. But it is the square, my beginning. And also the box I put myself in. And the wing, well. Reach. Or not. So stuff crossed over here. The old doodle became like home. And patchwork a long story. And words are flowing. Overflowing. Sharing is a bit like that I think to myself. Like the feeling that you have so much, you need help with it.
Posted on August 15, 2017 in alignment, context/frames of mind, crossover, doodles and drawings (joodlehill), flow, home, how it might happen, long cloth/pathworks, patchwork(mostly in perspective), scraps of self, squares, wings | Permalink | Comments (18)
I did not work on this yesterday.
I sketched it long ago. On Paper.
And then, while away, I sketched it on cloth. I worked on it, using a method I call, and have often mentioned, Skitch-Skatch, a close and personal technique of stitching and patching over a sketch. First conceived back here. In an attempt to create a OneNess to my creative approach.
It is painstakingly slow. And often times frustrating. It is a design mending technique. That is, what is imagined slowly becomes what is possible. I've become more comfortable with that over the years. Knowing really, now, that anything is possible but not always what's expected. So. I've created a place keeper page over at Feel Free for skitch skatch. I'm gathering old videos that apply.
I named this Karma. And then, Learn to Open your Heart.
Have a great day.
Posted on June 21, 2017 in Becoming more or less, Cloth is like self, crossover, design mending, Feel Free, filling space, hearts, how it might happen, naming things, One-ness, skitch skatch, transformation | Permalink | Comments (19)
Away again soon.
A few small cloths and a bit of thread in my pockets.
These two, originally, simply, Cut from the Same Cloth.
Posted on April 21, 2017 in alignment, crossover, One-ness, questions, stray cat/self series, sympathetic (sempathetic) evolution | Permalink | Comments (33)
Always interesting when you use a dictionary.
the place where one lives permanently (residence, house, nest, address, dwelling, habitation, shelter), especially as a member of a family or household, the family or social unit occupying a home, a place where something flourishes (sanctuary), is most typically found, or from which it originates (origin, source, cradle, starting place), a place where an object is kept, an institution for people needing professional care or supervision (institution, rest home) , (in sports) the goal or end point ( home plate, safe zone), relating to the place where one lives, made, done, or intended for use in the place where one lives (homemade, homegrown), relating to one's own country and its domestic affairs, denoting the administrative center of an organization, to or at the place where one lives (local, native), to the end or conclusion of a race or something difficult, (of an animal) return by instinct to its territory after leaving it, move or be aimed toward (a target or destination) with great accuracy, focus attention on (homing in). Old English hām, of Germanic origin; related to Dutch heem and German Heim
Usually my (brain) Storming process is done in stages. First I look inside myself at what has been collected. Then I go back and look it up. Compare them.
Since home has been a category for a while, I have a lot to look back on. I think this is the first time I looked it up. Or I can't remember.
The reason I stitched on this one yesterday was because it was on the wall waiting. Still trying to finish up what is here. A little woven house from Considering Weave, one of the many woven components still looking, ironically, for a home. I rearranged a bit and stitched it down after all this time. Since I wove this rather casually, letting the threads from the color changes hang free, I used them like sewing thread and stitched them into the cloth background. To anchor it. I so sense the crossover between sewing and weaving, this works well to emphasize that sense. The small red scrap is a wool piece with a small woven motif that reminds me of houses. Homes not local but still homes. Far away. (the ethnic weave here is something I would like to talk about later)
To honor the word home, however we might understand it, I played with letters. The H is and old scrap from an alphabet print. I only had a small piece with a few letters, H was one of them. I've played with stitched words many times. I have a renewed interest in that. What with the index and the Alphabet and all.
I'll call this Refuge.
And I think the woven home will become a tree. And earth beast is nearby.
Posted on January 30, 2017 in components aka loose patches, crossover, home, long cloth/pathworks, placekeeping, the sense-feel, weaving | Permalink | Comments (48)
Another Face.
Last night we slept fireside. Just to do that.
It was raining hard. The roof was leaking a lot. The power was up and down. And it just seemed warmer and drier and brought back memories of living smaller, doing that one room thing in winters past. 'Twas was a quick decision and as we pulled out the sleeper couch, I grabbed the cat quilt, which I had been mending ( yes still at that), and spread it out "face" down as a sheet.
Ha! Instantly it became the next piece in the Sanity Collection.
I think probably the other side of a cloth has always been part of my consideration. Especially the quilt. Which in many ways, over time, has taken on the sense of a Double Cloth to me, specifically the class of double cloth that is referred to Double Face.
Double-faced fabrics are a form of double cloth made of one warp and two sets of wefts, or (less often) two warps and one weft. These fabrics have two right sides or faces and no wrong side, and include most blankets, satin ribbons, and interlinings.[2] Wikipedia
It is interesting to use this crossover in terms of my own roots in weave. I have always loved that the right sides of a cloth are often referred to as faces. I just made a note to self that, for me, no kind of cloth has a wrong side. I have a category for The Other Side. Maybe I should file that under Faces.
The lines are a result of quilting. Not the conventional kind I used way back when that's what I did. But now. As I mend and connect the layers with less regard for that. I need to continue mending this cloth for a while longer. It is helping me through something.
Posted on January 24, 2017 in blanket-human wrapping cloth, Cloth is like self, crossover, faces, line, mending, notes to self, sanity, the cat quilt, the other side, through | Permalink | Comments (25)
Yesterday. This one is a new square sun, but really, more importantly, brings me back to my dyed patchwork experiments. I think these components are bridging something in a way. They are a departure contained in the safety of the box I hide in. They bring new form.
I love this one really. Where it started and how the warm center is holding and how it radiates outward with some random going. How the star points formed but really they are more like wind. How the corners are not cornered at all. How sun and star are crossing over in my mind. How it might be appearing or disappearing.
Note to self: You are all over the place. Can this be teaching?
See you on the other side. Breathe. Vote. Wine. Go Down to the Sea. Breathe.
Posted on November 07, 2016 in 9(forever), alignment, Becoming more or less, components aka loose patches, crossover, form, how it might happen, hybrid, indigo-Spirit Cloth Blues | Permalink | Comments (31)
Coolness. A crossover into the expected.
I feel new.
Acorn found. Acorns dropping. Time to begin gathering. I make ink, and use the tannin rich bath for dyeing. I did a bit of stitching here. To build that cross from Nine. Part of my Nine Forever/Crossroads and how it implies endless expansion of center. And the balance in that. But that is way too deep for today. Today is a be outside day.
This one has been hanging around for a while.
I want to say that I look at it and I think the moon made her blush. And eventually she will find her new face. A stray might have many faces, but they are all who she is. At the moment.
Posted on September 12, 2016 in 9(forever), alignment, balance, Cloth is like self, crossover, crossroads, dyeing, faces, Findings, in between, moons, season/change, stray cat/self series, transformation | Permalink | Comments (28)
21.w
Redefine rag weaving.
Crossover between sewing and weaving. Scrap Catching.
+ (august 21 2016)
When I began the project I call Loose Pages, How things float is what I was thinking. This project never really ends. Because as long as I am thinking, layers are added. It started out in a shoebox. My way of keeping thoughts gathered loosely. It evolved into a sort of curiosity, how is it that thought travels ? Encourages new form? How do ideas build?
And then, although I was really focused on the thing , the book, that might emerge from all of this... well then the process itself started to grab my attention. So although sharing the content, the thoughts, the evolution of ideas was my first goal, The Loose Page process became something equally as important to share.
On my mind today is Sharing. The Art of Sharing. How long it takes, like everything else, to master that. Anyway. 2017 will be a big year. And it will be here before we know it.
A note about Feel Free: For those of you who have recently donated to my Feel Free Project, Thank You!. I send thank yous back through PayPal but I am aware that not all of you get those because the email attached to your PayPal account is not always the same as your current/main email and not everyone checks that. Right? And also my clothwhispering email (my PayPal email) often gets tagged as spam (?) and you don't get it. So Thank you, Thank you, Thank you for your support. Know that each and every gift is appreciated. Know that. Know that those who cannot donate appreciate it too, it keeps it free for those who need it to be. Oh,isn't this just fine!
Posted on August 27, 2016 in crossover, Feel Free, the real journal project- loose pages | Permalink | Comments (18)
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung