Spirit Cloth

Considering one thing AS another

 

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.

 

 

 

 

Feeling Pulled across Moons

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.

Naturally nine

 

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