...at the speed of thought then...
(I am about to send out another email correspondence for those of you who have joined part 1-Patchwork in Perspective. If you do not receive the mail today, check your spam folder first and then let me know if you still don't find it.)
and thinking...
Rain.
Way too much of it. And no warmth.
It's like this. And it's daytime. It makes me crazy.
I took a pen to some loose Sun Moon Stars patching from a while back.
The sun has a new logic to it. I forget what it actually looks like. A loss of memory can encourage new form.
Good Morning.
Today's (actually it happened a few days ago) Nine is not really nine. But then again it is.
I didn't want you to think I forgot about Nine.
It happened while I was pulling small scraps of self to build a big enough piece to make that square size I have been using. Which is 1 and 3/4" by the way. And there was a buttonhole from an old shirt in the basket. I like buttons and button holes. They are useful.
They might be used as connectors that are built right into a cloth. I thought. Since I know I have a lot of them.
What should I call it ? Not quite Nine for Hanging around?
Just getting back into the swing of the patchwork thing. Feeling light headed.
I have begun to depart from the square. And I'll be talking about that. I am shifting things around to get into winter video mode today. Even though it's still warm enough to be September. The light/dark is shifting.
That button hole looks like an eye. Which has me thinking, remembering Button Face.
Maybe a new face idea.
Eyes are connectors. Useful.
So. I have been doodling for ever. Not just on Wednesdays, although that was official for a while.
I guess I started out on paper. Then I moved to cloth. But not in the same way really. The mediums are different. And how I feel about them. And somehow cloth always seemed more precious than paper. And doodles on cloth, more deliberate for a purpose that was part of a plan.
So this time thinking about cloth as paper. How that might change my approach.
Later, I think, thinking about paper as cloth. Probably I want to bring them closer together. Let the sense of what they are as a medium cross over. Without creating any multi-media approach. Because I don't like that much. I am more of a purist in that regard.
And now the cat's got the hoop.
Early. Looking.
Later.
Remembering how it came to be. And why.
Pulled Across Moons is a good name I think. I like this one very much.
And it is raining again. And then it will snow. And rain. And then snow again. With a little rain mixed in. December soup. I think there might be some sun on Friday. Soul-o hid my little Solstice Cloth. When I find it I will talk about it.
And a December doodle.
Seasons are passing so quickly. One turning into another. Lives lived. Lessons learned.
This morning, the last of the dyepot(poet) water. Continuing. With an older idea, the more intentional ecoprint. Considering again, the redefinition of patchwork. Without seams. I'v been hovering here for a while now, show and tell soon. This time and once again inspired by the ever Inspirational India Flint. It is out of place for me to teach this. For an introduction to bundling. You might consider this. Learn. Respect. Support. And take it from there. Which is the gentle natural order of things. At least in my (unwritten) book.
Today, I noticed and loved how the morning light made a little story more obvious. How cloth can soften hard lines simply by the way it falls. Because it can.
I thought again how cloth softens me. How that has happened. How I might learn again from that.
1:03 PM
The curtain climber is wild today. Must be the wind.
2:32 PM
Last night I went to sea by myself and waited for the sun to set. I was the only one on the beach. I walked home in the dark.
When I was younger I was afraid in the dark.
So I tried to imagine the dark as a friend. And I suppose that's how I met the moon and the wishing star.
These old drawings don't seem that silly to me anymore.
No post over at weave today. The man needs a ride from the airport.
Continued from here.
I simply felt like Longing has to do with change, a sense of it that might include a useful change on some personal level. Less like a want and more like a need. Even though it doesn't always turn out that way, it seems like that in the beginning. I used a thread color close to the ground color to accentuate the pull rather than the stitch. Because longing is rather like that. It begins with a shift, a pull. I am beginning to see this stitch style as a symbol for a sense of something. Here a full spectrum of sense has been born.
Then to take that thought further, a shift is the beginning of a new alignment. A re- alignment, and we all know how that might redefine everything. And so, in the beginning, longing seems a simple thing, but in the end, realignment is no small matter. And should be considered. Maybe even reconsidered. Undoing it is no small matter either.
This morning, on the table, from yesterday, Wednesday, when I asked myself, What If the doodle comes after the stitch? The way the light fell, well, the day did that.
PS. I long to be able to keep a conversation going here, but Typepad is still not letting me. So I will turn the comments off till May. Give it some time. Give it a rest. No sense worrying about it.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung