Spirit Cloth

Here We Go

The Maple.

The first color field to change. The first turnings are the best because the summer color is still there and I feel the process of in between as a kind of broadening of spectrum.

I changed a few things here, (continued from here) stitched it to a base.  Now it is a path through. Something. Anything. And I thought there was something missing.  I will mend the moon with this patch.  To complete the spectrum which always comforts me. Brings the palette to peace. I believe that all the colors are always there in nature, sometimes it just takes a while to adjust your eyes. 

It was a glorious fall day yesterday. I restacked some wood under the porch. And dyed a bit of thread. Heated up the old walnut pom pot and coaxed a bit of blue from a few indigo leaves. This is a beautiful cotton/silk thread that I get from Nancy. All her threads are beautiful.  I'm dyeing with some weaving in mind. And silk, even as a blend is so nice to work with. 
 

To Fall into it

It's Fall.

And then thinking about Fall. Leaves Fall. But leaves are let go to make room for new leaves.

Our sweet Michelle gave me this little hoop. I played with this photo. I highlighted what might be held by this small gift. And I added a garden layer, the season. Fading.

I say to myself, the layering in photos, as well as digital drawing, can be a tool, for helping form evolve in my story cloth.  But then too, tools need to be an extension of those who use them. That is the complexity in the relationship.

Some stitching then, continued from here, yesterday, but more realizing again, how the nature of cloth, it's flexibility, how cloth is like clay, like breath, like extension of self.

I'm in a mood.

Moods are useful.

Expecting days of rain here. Again.

 

Encouraging a change in form

A day or so, ago.

She felt heavy. She had too many layers as a result of how she came together.Now, a day or so later, thoughts again of how form changes through interaction, here focused on where light meets dark:

I do a lot of my initial drawing digitally. I used to print the picture, that works too. But printer ink runs out fast and paper is precious. And really, as a person who draws a lot, learning digital drawing, having the tools, I think it only enhances possibility and encourages new form.

So here she is. Looking a bit unsure. But Ready. Or at least in that frame of mind. Now to draw on  the cloth. 

I noticed some issues with Typepad, this blog server, cropping up again. I'm not going anywhere though, I will just work with it.  Feel Free, well, that will evolve as well, but as it is... it will disappear as we know it, all content will be available here in one form or another.  Please note that the site will become unavailable for a few months while I fiddle.  Starting in October.  I have downgraded to a cheaper plan and changes need to be made. I will put the links to free classes here soon enough. 

I will simply extract what I need as I go.  Can't believe how much is already there in such a short time. Here, if you click, some additional thoughts on the digital doodle. Rambling with a pen...

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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