Spirit Cloth

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...

x

I don't know why this one is so difficult to photograph, just elusive in some sort of way. Perhaps I see something that cannot be seen outside a dream. The thing that remains in between.

The X emerged, I don't think I have talked about that symbol much. I have been gathering thoughts for a while. It is a combination of conflicting thoughts having to do with the unknown, crossing over, and placekeeping.  Not to be confused with the cross (which is here too.).  But my words seem inadequate this morning and I need some time ...

Anyway, this one is complete in the context of the day. Pinned to a bit of Sanity. The Heart of Season.  And the thread that runs through it. 

This is an old drawing that is very much at the root of my thread theory. 

Very old, like 60s.

I love it more today.

I will use it to pull me through to some new form of understanding. 

 

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.

shifting perspective

Also I am thinking about tree forms.

And here we are...

...

and 9

I was awake at 2 AM anyway.

Suddenly, upload speed.

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.

Reviving the Dye Po(e)t

There she is, holding the earth and the sky (and me) all at once.

Indian Summer has taken hold, at least for a bit.  The most glorious of days.

Just to test the water really, the water that rises from this earth.

Here, almost dry. (there is a little video over at Instagram of the same) This was a quick, (impatient) bundle around a can, silk noil. Dogwood leaf, Oak leaf, Coreopsis, fresh Indigo, some flowering Weed. The bath, soaked acorns plus some concentrated leftover walnut brew that I actually carried here because I have not found a source here yet. A quick cook, like 20 minutes, a quick cool and unroll.  Just to see, actually. The water here is way different and I don't remember getting these great turquoises from bundling indigo before. I will continue leisurely as windfall increases here. Let them cook longer and cure a bit. Just to know. The Japanese Maple is turning.

I cooked this in the kitchen, the windows were open yesterday. Maybe we can build a little outside fireplace while it is still warm. There is certainly enough rock to work with. It is awfully dry here though, at the moment. I keep that in mind.

My energy is surging. Perhaps I have just accepted this unlikely spot as home. Acceptance is powerful. Loose the baggage I say to myself. 

Also, there was a quick sketch.

 

On the edge, Change

Just let the cloth breath the new cooler air.

Yes, that pile of wood is still there.  It's fall here. The shift.  I can smell it.  Feel it.  Hear it.  Can't really see it yet.  No chimney fix, no wood burning stove yet, wood is not the issue.

Spirals on the earth edge. I like drawing them, they become scribbles. Doodles. The border which is still only 2 layers, unlike the center that is already a sandwich, will be stitched with spirals. Split Back Stitch. 2 stands of floss. Slow work.  I will add the third layer to the edge, indigo dyed I think, after that stitching is done. I will then quilt using the spirals as a guide, in white, bringing the pattern to the other side, like swirling constellations. At least that is what I imagine.  These spirals, I think they will take 2 weeks to complete. Early mornings and evenings. I usually do not measure the time. I did. Just to see if I understand my slowness. Of course, it doesn't matter how long it takes. 

The edge of a quilt is often a binding, a frame, a way to finish. Even an after thought. For me the border is often a focus. Maybe on what's next. A ring of vision.

Tendency

This is me. And the tendency to complicate.

I woke up in a frenzy. This is how my mind interferes with simplicity.

Tendency, is it linked to need? Or habit? Form is fluid. Choosing makes things seem more static, permanent. More useful to others maybe, that's all. It all settles out into everything.

I'm never sure if I can ever explain how clear this is to me.