Spirit Cloth

Blur and Not Blur

A bit of time out today.

Post office. Preparing the house and yard for winter.

Many blurry pictures lately. Maybe from all the going.

I looked at this and many thoughts surfaced. Questions maybe. About the blur, the softened,ragged edge of image. And clarity.

Isn't blur a just another kind of vision really? Depending on what we focus on? How we choose to look at it?  I somehow got caught up in that. The blur of moving through when we are not in the flow itself. The blur of what moves through us if we aren't in that either.

Anyway. I finished autumn eyes. I think I was influenced by thinking about space as something that might invite a kind of turbulence. Wind. Something indeed began to blow through. The points and protrusions are like pointers for that. Vision is growing and going in sympathy with that motion. No blur or confusion here.  Just change.

I like how the center piece became like a small flying carpet. A place to ride it out. The storm of change. And the eyes are like stars. And the magic ring, is like a circle game.

Considering SunMoonStars and all that might include will help me finish many things. Clear some space for more going.

 

Continuing Then...

Just Going.

After almost every day. For almost 10 years... there has been going here.

That's amazing I think, but then really, not really. It's what I do and like to do.

We are all going in one way or another. And this going might be easier than some other kind of going. Like the not Just Going, but going all the same.

So today I am grateful for all this easygoing going.

(9 times I just said going, and I didn't plan that, I counted . And ha.)

They are evacuating the shore here. It's the surge they worry about. I'm not sure the wind will be as bad as expected. And we are on high ground,keeping watch on the situation that will unfold as time passes.

An early September Stray, not just started (trying not to do that) but continued from way back. A Seasoned Stray then.

This Seasoned Stray has no fear of time. She is Time.

I want to tattoo this one on my chest.

For all you kind folks that made purchases from the shop this past week...I should be at the post office on Wednesday as planned. Unless we unexpectedly blow away.

As I suggested a few days back, I will be doing a rerun of Sun Moon Stars here on the blog starting on the Fall Equinox. A slow go, I think, that might takes us through the rest of the year.

I am aware of commenting issues here. I can't fix that. We'll wait for the Typepad Gods.

Nine for Tendency

Tendency is on my mind.

A predisposition to think, act, or proceed in a particular way.

How Sanity (as I am trying to define it, in small deliberate steps) might in some way be a modification on that.

Anyway, yesterday I got to thinking. While out hacking away at some old root-ball I was trying to remove from the garden. It was such a dense mass beneath the surface. Nothing would grow there. It seemed small initially but as I dug... well it took hours and I ended up with some unidentifiable tangle of plant threads and a Big Hole.

I had a green liquid lunch. Then stitched this.

Another nine. With a black center. A black hole block (component). (What if a black hole could be square?)

This might be Nine for the Tendency to be Sucked In. Ha! Yes. (I could make a political comment here. About Her. But I will keep it to myself.)

Now my thoughts turn to concentration. Concentrating thought. Art might be, in some way, related to that that. Simply that. I think.

I used a focal zoom effect on one section (about 30" square) of the perpetual grid cloth (I am working in sections, but more about that later) after adding the black hole block. I like how the black hole became the center and everything else is radiating outward. Here a black hole is something positively negative. And an eye of a storm.

 

Here Soul-O. And the Art of Looking.

 

That Sense of Order

An unexpected storm of storms last night. Power went down but returned before we could enjoy it. We are so prepared for that situation now, we wait with glee.

I love this picture. It is taken through the screen which stays up all year long now.  From the sleep loft as the sun came up and the big wind subsided. And I like it because of the gridded layer. And perspective in that. How it divides space. Many of my old unpublished (so far) illustrations from a simpler time have this grid layer in them. I think about it more now. In some more meaningful way.  Just starting to merge the young and old of me. As the grid perpetuates.

And there was a question about how we pull out of us what is in us. Yesterday.  And I drew this. 

And then did this. To this.

I think the next eye should be in there. I like this for the seam is a vulnerable place. I like that the stray self is itself as cloth. I love that a seam might run through me. That I might be mended. Later but also from long ago. I liked that coming apart at the seams could be interpreted as a learning process. That the question and knowing could be the same. That the space opened is in the shape of an eye. That I might pull the ragged seam allowance outward in this section, That this part will be "inside out".  That seam allowance might, could, acquire a very beautiful meaning here.

The sun is out. Sometimes a storm can simply wash away uncertainty. And leave you with a lot of kindling.

I could just stitch it back up, insides hanging out as evidence of a normally hidden layer. Of going. Without batting.

No EyeDea

It was once Something.

Then Everything Will Change.

Now renamed No Idea.  No EyeDea.

Hanging around here for I don't remember how long.  Not even rolled. Staring. An eye. Of a storm. Mirroring some sort of confusion. That never seems to settle down. In some ways reassuring.

I dropped my camera yesterday. And it broke. Well it is still intact but when I turn it on it just continually zooms in and out.  Funny in a way. But not very useful to my current needs.

I have no idea what I will do about that.  But I guess I will figure it out by tomorrow. 

So this, an older image must do for today.