Spirit Cloth

new eyes

new eyes, new story. it's raining, i'm playing. i am intrigued once again with the images we present to children. and redefining cute.

i also really like this.

welcoming november

well the boiler is fixed but the wood is also stacked and dried so today i started the wood stove in the studio. a ceremony to usher in a new season. i have moved all my junk to the center of the room anticipating some new shelves and things which should finally get going soon. what a mess.

a small scrap landed on the floor during the upheaval. how great is this little silk print? a combination of stationary and mobile dots.  i did a bit of on the spot machine piecing (while i can still get to the machine)  to create a story background for this one. and to test a new color field idea i have been thinking about.

the unfashionable refashion

today i interrupt the regularly scheduled activity for some real real time make-do and a short break from hand stitching.  a little quick cloth.  a moment when you  have to appreciate the sewing machine. a modern day boro experience...
if you think this patch is ugly you should have seen the hole.  now that was the real kodak moment.

feline addiction

she-bori. one of a herd. tribe.

undoing silence

....yesterday evening. after a quiet day a small story was forming.  the base on this one was free pieced on the machine but i appliqued the ears rag style.  it was easier.  that's a great yarn dyed check in 2 shades of indigo!  the shibori dot is a nice soft source of light and now she is radiating outward.  that dot is something beginning but also something that was always there.  cut from a recently gifted fabric. (thanks to all of you who have enhanced my dot collection)

this morning. many of the details on this one have to do with light and radiance.  the flowers are cut from a very sheer silk scarf left by my grandmother.  i noticed when i picked it up it still smelled like her cedar chest. 

the face gets its radiance from the shibori , but i added more signs by stitching some warmth around the face and using fringe, both real and stitched, to the tail.  i like the fringe as a symbol. it is a lovely extension of the cloth, an edge where something begins and ends at the same time.

....after so long, she was able to master a soft glow, which helped guide her on the darkest nights when there was no moon.  she couldn't help notice how a soft light made everything friendly and transparent.  this helped her see into things and understand,. and gave her patience for the moon's return. 

just when you feel confused and you don't know where things are going, you look closer or listen longer. and its all there.  you are the keeper. the story is in you.  just let it out.

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