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.

Combining Moments

Dark rain.

I'm going to sit with this one for a few days. I am adding many tiny black running raining stitches, to darken the outer space. A field of tiny stitches can be a like a color wash. This one, which started out as No Eye-dea, became Everything will Change and evolved into Moving Through..., might be all those things. Perhaps rearranged:

Moving Through No Eye-Dea to Know Everything as Change

I need to finish this one quietly before I continue with anything else. I feel confused. A little needle chanting without words usually clears that up.

As winter moves in, my thoughts brew differently. More indoor time and I am really in IT, that thing that holds my focus, I keep going all day and even all night , in my head. So it is easier for me to post in Diary Format, that is, create a daily post and add to it during the day.  These changes are not delivered by the email subscription service for this blog. Because they are edits to the original post which is delivered only once. That being said, I still need to do it that way. Creating more than one post a day is ridiculous.  So when I get into this continuous mode, I will make a note at the end of the post. So you know to check back for the whole story. If you care about that.