Spirit Cloth

Encouraging Formlessness

 

Behind the Door.

I hung the Endless Wishing Cloth there because in this small room, that's the only open space. 

And a few days ago I posted a pic on Instagram. As I  used it to pin up an unfinished Solstice Cloth. 

Blurry here while in motion. The wishing star center no longer visible. 

This action is most significant as a core compositional intention in my work. The kind of action/alignment that encourages the notion that Form is Temporary. I don't talk about it a lot, but it gives birth to new eyes.

To Encourage. To give courage to. Truth. What if truth is simply what might happen? With or without explanation.

 

A loose page #91119

 

I've tried my best to repair the audio issues with Feel Free. I think it is ok.  I am in the process of proofreading to make sure all content is in order and nothing got lost.  I will reopen the site next Wednesday, and do my best to catch up and complete part 2 of Patchwork in Perspective by the end of October as planned. And then... your guess is as good as mine.  There will be, most likely, a big space. But space can be like a thread. If you hold a longer view.

 

Inner Peace

 

Fire raging in California.

I had been working with some loose dyed patches I pulled back from the shop. The group called Birth and Destruction.

Was stitching them. They came with words. My brother wrote those words. I like them so much.

Things come together
fall apart
come together
fall apart
come together again
fall apart again.

I replaced the center patch with another loose stitched patch that was a leftover from something else. Saved. After reading GRACE'S POST from last night.  I added Inner Peace.

I take the liberty to say WE all hope things are OK.

It's November. Going.

Greener than ever before.

But turning.

A little Magic Eye stitching.  Been a while.  Such an easy way to gather new eyes when you need them.

November brings the sewing chair takeover.

.........

There were no knocks on the door yesterday. It seems safe here.  Maybe folks don't feel comfortable with their children out on the dark streets any more.  Last night I was frantic for a moment as I tried to make sure my son was not out on his bike in Downtown NYC like he often is. What a way to live.  In fear of who knows what. But it's always been that way really I say to myself. Just different fears for different times. Like the man always says. Life is deadly. Oddly, that's what brings the joy to every new day.