Spirit Cloth

Something this simple...

Old drawings.

They make up a good portion of my loose pages.

This one, the original thread, one of my favorites. For so many reasons that are ready for reconsideration. But today, the angle of observation. The putting in perspective. Such a simple way to change a form. To create the illusion of depth. But then, perspective or point of view becomes an illusion, as does form. And so...(to be continued)

This drawing has many stories.

I put the PlaceKeeper back in the top menu bar, (links to follow) tried to clean up and delete old links that are no longer valid. Still work to do there. Maybe it will all change. Things change. People change. Focus changes. For now it's there. I am not so much of a web surfer anymore. Many folks have abandoned blogs and moved to Instagram, which I have sort of fallen out of love with. I mostly use it for shop updates. La La La. 

It may move above freezing this afternoon. Currently a balmy 19 degrees.

Direction

I let her standing become a path.

With the help of an old sharpie which never seems to dry up. A vertical field that frames her. She might become one with the way. And even a mapmaker.

And then I embarked on a long journey.

Some full coverage embroidery. The slower stitch. Split back stitch, which I really call the tapestry stitch now. Here I am using the background weave of the cloth as a sketch, and I am stitching over it. Skitching (stitching over a sketch). Where as the figure has been skatched, patched over my own sketch. 

My idea here, well, what if I frame a section of the chaos and transform it into some sort of secret garden way, a place touched by her spirit. Of going. Perhaps she is just listening to what it all has to tell her. The story, of how it might go.

This will take a long time so I can just know that and patiently enjoy the transformation. And I will use up a lot of the tangle in my thread nest. That feels good too. We can check in on her from time to time.

She is a lion.

And I suppose I feel comforted and ready to walk the walk.

I broke a tooth off over the holiday, and now I have to go, yes, in these awful times, to the dentist. Hey ho.

Just Talking

I drew.

I thought about that again.

I talked. Please know, since I feel a lot of talking coming on, I talk from my Basket Heart, which needs to be emptied now and then. I am not an expert on anything and I talk to "myselves". I share, so you might know me in my moments. But I am not preaching.

link to audio if you see no player above.

And then I stitched a little.

I added two new categories here. audio/just talking and drawing. I will need them.

It snowed, just a little...