Spirit Cloth

a softening

 

Good Morning.

I softened the photos today. Because I can. Because I need softened.

I wonder if the yellow walls make the light inside look so warm?

Or is it just the nature of the light inside itself?

On the edge of Holding Pattern, a soft star.  I looked at the wishing star differently just now. I saw the box. And the arms of the wish as point of departure. Change. And then the wish itself as a soft promise for change. A simple reaching out.

It is raining softly now and he is just watching. 

Things have become a bit crazy here in New York. Not so far from here. We are well supplied and just hanging here mostly because we can.  Imagining what it might become.

Slow ClothWork

At Eye level... I was thinking. 

So many cloths to be hung, I said to myself, not considered finished. Not including the Sanity Series which needs to remain rolled for the moment. That's a private collection.  My purpose was to look, touch, maybe stitch, and then let go.  Making space for big cloth. Big cloth going forward. 

But now I want to look at all of them. Feel the volume of them. Feel the scope of them. Feel them. Gather their stories. And most importantly, see them as Patches. Puzzle Pieces. I will not have enough space I say. But then there is the basement. And the clothes lines. The ceiling?  Oh ha! Let it all unroll then. The big, the small. All.

It has begun in some organized way, but it will soon fall away into some sort of dervish.

Feels so Good.

I think I will put some music on.

How it is

When things fall apart ...

...it helps to notice the ones that still hold together.

It's hard for me to sit in a chair all day.

The ankle swelling has subsided but what an ugly foot.

Sure is hot.

Love and Season

And home.

Those 3 things. Three things aligned can create direction. Path. Story.

The Holding Pattern quilt is holding other patterns at the moment. The center is stitched. I love letting my eyes stand at the edge where stitched meets unstitched. It waits for my next move. I never know what that will be until it happens. But it is usually connected to looking. Sometimes even looking away.  When I pinned these little long cloths up for gazing (they came together as I decluttered a winter studio) I noticed how another pattern might form. I remembered back  to notes I made about pattern. I found a lot of old notes. Since they tend to be loose, I find them every where. How they come back together is key to my process. It's a patchwork.

Some-where in the middle of the night, a few nights ago I decided, or became aware of a desire, to host one final interactive online workshop. I cannot piece together the details yet because the pieces are scattered everywhere. But I sense I still have the energy to pull them together.

The Feel Free Open classroom site seems bug free. It will open soon like an open field on the edge of spring. Bring seeds.