Spirit Cloth

Room

Beside myself.

An old piece of artwork. A self portrait.

The box, the wings, the breaking out. Oddly, one of the few things behind glass here. The paper is very old.

One of the first repairs to the Cat Quilt, long ago. A kind of holding Nothing patch.  Nook, my big old cat is immortalized on the Lion Quilt as well.

And now, after a bit of day dreaming, I've taken a new approach to filling the holes along the edge where many of the white triangles have disappeared.I used a lot of vintage cloth there. It melted but that's ok. I learn a lot by watching things melt away. It's a privilege really.

Filling the space with space. Sky like cloth. But Room. Room is the word on my mind.  Room to expand maybe. Get beyond just that space. Be filled with less maybe. Room makes things seem like less. Room to see. Windows

To be wrapped in space. Room as shelter. Room is a multilayered word today

 

Block 4

 

I will be mending this cloth through the end of this year. Posting pics here as I can, we'll see. Comments will be off so we can spend more time on notes to self. I was planning a shop update for Solstice, but I think I will stay away from that (maybe a few Threadcrumbs).  New Year's Eve then, Cheers!

Loosey Goosey Me and a Kind of Mending

My blanket self is made of Loose Patches.

This piece continued from HERE.

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The sun is out. Old sea, she greets me each morning.

Soul-o likes it better ON the table.

I did not record the making of this one.

Not like I do now.

Long ago, I found a roll of old brown paper. It' heavy and soft and I always thought I would use it. Finally I have something to use it for. On the wall then, behind the mending table, stretched out, a place to map this cloth. Because as I mend, I will try to remember. I started a while back, drawing my work.  This is a bit different I think. I have many thoughts. They will unfold.

I have determined that my basic block size was 6".  And that if I scale the drawing so that a 2" square represents each 6" block, it will fit on the paper.  I have gridded it in pencil. Darkening the 25 block section that was the starting point, as I recall.  As I took the photo, with the sun behind me it reminded me of the silhouettes we did in kindergarten. We used a projector, traced each others shadows on black paper, cut them out and mounted them on white paper.  Gifts for parents to take home on open school night. I must have mine somewhere. Anyway, this is a PlaceKeeper. A map. And something new.

Standing on the chair, this is the center section, where I began, before the ring of cats. Already strays in my mind. As things progressed this was no longer the center mathematically speaking. Personal math has it's own rules. There are many places to mend. I'll take them one by one while remembering. Mending gaps in memory while patching holes in cloth. Mending your own work is such gentle timekeeping.

And here's that poem again...

And what is life? A crazy quilt;
Sorrow and joy, and grace and guilt,
With here and there a square of blue
For some old happiness we knew;
And so the hand of time will take
The fragments of our lives and make,
Out of life's remnants, as they fall,
A thing of beauty, after all.

a scrap... part of a poem by Douglas Malloch

 

Mending

Today's worn spots.

 

Stars like Windows

It is going like this. (continued from yesterday.)

I liked the cutting through. The star windows. I mended the idea of one. I made 4.

Like secrets revealed.

Wishing to some is silly. You may say I'm a dreamer...  But for me it is just an opportunity to pause and imagine how it might go. That's all. I don't really expect to get anything from it. Except maybe new eyes.

I ran into the edge on one side.  I used what I cut off  and butted it against one of the spinning planes. It might be appearing or disappearing. I really like these parts of seeing. In between this and that.

Still working to get the original SunMoonStars class released at Feel Free. Fiddling.

Continuing the Change of Direction

 Still Spinning, from here...

 

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A lot of ideas floating around with this one. But this is where it's at today. So far.

In this corner of the universe.

 

 

Notes to self: marking a change in direction is also a kind of alignment. We divide space by going.

 

 

And I just unrolled this:

 

For MoonDay.

This one has been through a zillion processes.

The base was created way back when.

I'm looking at it today, I'll talk about it soon.

 

Just Continuing

Ghosting.

The fist first video a bit blurry. I left it that way because I was lazy.

And it was before coffee.

 

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Later, because it was cold in the studio, wearing the man's used to be pajamas. 

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Now I have added another hole to my collection of scraps of self.

SunMoonStars - Night Sky

 

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This is not the next lesson(not really that) from the SunMoonStars class (not really that either, just going).

It was #11. But yesterday's holes led me here.

I made a patchwork cloth way back. With holes and places to see through. It was a big. But it isn't here any more so I have no picture. I'll try to make a small version of it to show you.

Anyway, this is what I was asking way back in May of 2011.

 

 

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What if I connect the holes?

(and today) fill space with space?

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#3774 Yesterday Today and Tomorrow

 HOles. Yesterday.

Holes might be a symbol. Might serve as way to express space. And time.

I collected holes over the years. Holes in cloth. And paper. I like to think about it now, like I have been saving space and time. Collecting nothing. Or at least less.

As I recalled, I did work a bit with holes in the first run of SunMoonStars. Yes I did...as I looked back this morning. Let me bring that back tomorrow. This cloth is probably familiar if you've been coming here. Here , one time from way back, 2008. Among others.

Meanwhile, today. I simply just did this.

I pinned that little nine base onto a larger cloth. An old linen, dyed blue.  Indigo(my first ever vat). From a while back. Just that. A little place(time)keeping in space. And I thought...

 

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Time is space, on some personal level, space to just go. Freedom to roam and ramble. Continue.

My mind was roaming last night. I wondered if that worn out vat was dreaming too. Still a little more to give? It was chilly, the warmth of the wood stove, where it was sitting close, yes, the warmth.

And the chill. Said wool. And I did. I dyed wool bits. Old felted wool bits. Nine of course. Over some pom and walnut from last year.

There are a few more component ideas in here. Especially the Ring. Let's wait. I'm gathering too many things at once.

Anyway, Good morning.