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I put the PlaceKeeper back in the top menu bar, (links to follow) tried to clean up and delete old links that are no longer valid.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.

Colder and Higher

Probably the most frozen I have ever ever felt.

And the scene outside makes me want to do some pencil drawings.

How many thoughts are just thought and not acted on? That is the question and the reason I will continue with my new series. Still, frozen here. In mind but not really spirit. My spirit is moving toward Unconditional Sharing.

Named it, Your Love is Lifting Me. After a flurry of new energy. And this song, popped into my head. Still, I think it needs a little green.

Those 4 loose puzzle pieces, just gathered for their warmth, the fire inside.

Love. I think of Mo and Rod and then think Higher and Higher, so let me (re)name it that. Happy to find that old song stuck in my head this chilly morn.

4 degrees, feels like -2. But then as I might have said before, if it feels like -2, it is -2.

there was time for thoughts

There was a 4 hour wait, in the hospital. 

Kindly, they gave me a private place to wait. I considered limitation. I tried to make a recording but the double mask was limiting.

All went well and it is just a matter of time. And stuff to do. My dental pain has gone which makes it all seem smaller.

No time for talking but I did come away with limitation is the cornerstone of form.

I also spent a moment thinking about the difference between a Doodle and a Drawing. I call the difference a Joodle. But that is mighty personal as a word. I'll get to it.

Today I will attempt to switch my email service for blog posts. I do not know what will happen. I will attempt to migrate the mailing list. We will see.  You may have to subscribe again if you stop getting my posts. All I can say is whatever. 

I will be going forward with the final part of Patchwork in Perspective. Everything in Perspective. All I can say again is whatever. Soon enough.

The last few months have been filled with so much sad news. At least a new season is around the corner. 

December 11 and it has begun

The dreaming. The kind you do with your eyes open. 

The long stare.

Sometimes there cannot be talking. I am ready to hold my words. Wait. Like Magnolia.

This mapping, the other side, perhaps is a way to explain some new thoughts. But not yet.

What interests me today is the stitches you don't see, cannot see, don't need to see. And how that is part of form and even identity. 

The truth in not being sure.

That part of form.

That's it.

I think this is my last post of the year. With words.  Maybe photos then, no comments. Let's take a break from trying to explain. See what form that takes.

Talk to you on the other side...

Let it flow.

...as my mind wanders in December

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There were just quiet stitches yesterday, the snow globe effect always surfaces in winter. And there is drawing now as I reconsider line on cloth. I can go there now by breaking my own preconceptions about what clothwork is. 

Now that posts here are not being delivered by email in any timely manner and I expect, soon, not at all, I tend to post more slowly, saving and adding over more time, like a diary, letting my thought drift through time. Feels freer actually. The no hurry to finish a post.

I am winding down for the year. I suppose I will hibernate for a bit soon.  Although it will be back up into the 60s by tomorrow. Time to redefine season I think.

I will try to talk about this small cloth tomorrow.

after coffee...good enough

before coffee

A Day is a Day

Gosh, I love not typing. There should be just talking here as well, but I am not ready. 

Look

Look he seemed to say...

The big cold wind erased all traces of Autumn.

Everything seems to rest comfortably...

...In this cloth I call The Nest of Days. It is a basket.

With thoughts (often questions) now, of revisiting Magic Diaries , here, openly (one of my older online making series), I am somehow revisiting an older self. Wondering if I can, will it make me feel sad?  Will it make me feel a longing for simpler times? Or is it the same and only a mindset? A frame of mind. 

It is really cold outside. Really and metaphorically speaking. But some Inner Warmth remains and I am reassured.  Like leaves, some things just need to fall away. 

Winter's Sun

Yesterday. There she was.

The pond with no name. Miss Pond I have been calling her. I don't know her well enough yet. We can only see her when the leaves have fallen and the light reflects in the morning.

What is it about Winter's light?

There was a lot of considering.

Yesterday's self developed In Sympathy with a Winter's Sun. Thinking, the triangle at the bottom...a mountain...might be a new symbol. The mountain...as a challenge. She rises above it like a winter's sun rises above a cold hard truth. And these, the thoughts today, of vibrating outward, being a source of warmth, which in itself might encourage growth, growth itself being a form of the same, reaching out, and then, how enlightenment grows from darkness, and how you can never have too many eyes. Suddenly the mountain here became a kind of negative space, like poof, it's not a mountain at all and there are new eyes and suddenly she can see she has simply grown sky legs. Did the Winter Sun just whisper, yes, be lighter?

She is not done.

There were family gatherings but we were not part of them. I had thought of Pizza but there was light fasting and gratefulness and a bit of winter garden prep, a roaring fire and good sleep. 

Today it is raining, soon to turn bitterly cold with a chance of snow. I hope so. Winter Sun on snow brings great light-ness.