Just waiting for it to snow.
Before it, shortly after, rains.
Filled the feeders. Stacked wood on the porch and indoors. Went to the market at dawn to avoid the storm rush.
Now, stitching. Can't believe there was no Snow Globe on this one. This is my winter robe now. So many layers. Toasty.
Yesterday was a big weather day.
All day. First big wind. We heard that the road out was blocked by a big tree. We didn't check.
It was a pajama day.
And it was a dyeing day. In the spirit of the season. All day, slowly, a dot at a time. Till the vat got tired. A scrap can be like a dot for a dot might be any relatively little thing. I pinned a cloth over the Lion Quilt and then pinned the dyed components to dry. Because I ran out of tacks.
We ended up with a lot of water in the garage, around midnight. Had to clear the leaves from the drain outside and then mop the water. I did not take a photo because it wasn't pretty.
This morning, Lo and Behold!
Yesterday's Dance of the Dyed Dot has spilled over!
I finished playing with the little magic dot path fragment. (which made me think of islands in the stream)
And as it happened, one thing led to another.
The original magic dots are applique. With a magic thread border. Or a wrapped back stitch if there is none of that. I left one empty because I like it that way but also because I do it that way. The border first and then I use that as a line guide to applique the cloth inside of. I have a video somewhere, I'll find it tomorrow.
But then I thought, hey!, those little dyed dots could work with just the border added...so I tried that, and while looking for more I bumped into little sun stitched around one of those dots. And as a result I started another sun with the magic border as well. We'll need a little sun tomorrow so all is well.
A day is really a path between yesterday and tomorrow.
Or dots, as I more lovingly refer to them.
I used to talk about dots a lot. Is the word circle a more adult, a more serious word?
The curve of this wood, just part of the circle. My mind completed the rest. Wood. To my son, wood is like what cloth is to me. I think of him. How this helps me know him. Trust him.
I didn't burn this piece. I save it for looking.
The cloth here, except for small scraps, is stored like this. Curled. It makes it seem quite human. Resting there.
The Earth Dot Cloth is a quiet cloth in the Sanity Series. Silk is more fluid. Harder to handle. Prints and seams shift and slide. Sometimes I baste it to something else to stabilize it. But here I wanted the silk to speak in this way. To be as it is as I stitch, yet still accommodate the sense of natural order that calms me.
There is not much continuity to my April. Maybe time will tell me why. Ha, really it doesn't matter. A big Jack Rabbit just hopped across the deck. No pictures,he was too fast.
Today, I really like this.
the new year has come in on the classic "little cat feet".... after an amazingly beautiful fall... bright, shiny and crisp....winter is quite soft and grey, but a wonderland all the same. each morning for the last few days, it has snowed gently, and as the sun rises, the landscape is lightly dusted in white. it is quiet and i feel like each day is a clean slate.
...i have eased myself into the journal format for my new work and i am pleased with the gentle path it is making. i continue to stitch slowly on the piece i called walking, part of which is displayed in my new banner. there is a nice quietness about it and it has the feel of winter. the beasts walking along the bottom have been left subtle and the cold moonlight is a growing maze that has become dominant in the cloth's design. it's a dot but it is breaking up into something quite logical. i am playing with dark and light. just practicing a little magic while i prepare to begin the bigger cloth.
...by midday the snow has been disappearing, still cold but walking outside is pleasant. i am stitching to record that path we find through winter some how. the real journal entries will be interrupted now and then with my regular musings. i think that is the path i will take.
a dot could be edgeless if it is glowing.
a dot could be a memory, weightless and far away in the past, but awfully heavy when brought back into the present. this is a paper mache christmas ornament, one of the first things i remember making. too heavy for the tree, but mom saved it anyway.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung