Spirit Cloth

Table Basting

 

Table #basting . No knots. Discontinuous. Reuse the threads again and again. #spirtclothfeelfree

A video posted by jude hill (@spiritcloth) on Jul 26, 2016 at 11:14am PDT

 

I am experimenting a bit with mobile posting. More of a real time thing. Bear with me. I am trying to learn some HTML. I often baste like this, short pieces of thread, no knots. A discontinuous tack it where it needs it thing. This is the inner layer of Holding Pattern, the back shown in my last post. I will cover it with silk eventually. It just so happens I found this old thin cotton lawn in one larger piece. Not big enough to cover the whole thing . I will have to patch in some other cloth. I'll show you. But you knew that.

Gosh my hands look like I am 1000 years old.

Fringe Again

Because I am finishing a little long cloth.

I am calling this one The Tendency to Connect.

There is so much of that here. Connecting with old sky, connecting with another, connecting with joy and dreams, connecting with old sea, connecting with the unknown...and you.  And all so much a sympathetic evolution.

I am using up thread ends from the thread nest which is big enough to live in at this point.

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Fringe is a big subject for me. Said that before.  It's a major component and symbol in my work.  And that is  true for quite few things .  I am trying to figure out the best format  for adding  the Spirit Cloth Language segment to Feel Free.  It most likely will be under Story.

Note to self: Technique is simple to teach. You just demonstrate.  The source of idea (reaching way into self) part is harder to get at. Explain.

Note to self: Continue. Keep trying.

Doings aka UnDoings

It is almost May.

Yesterday we scrubbed the deck.  Once in a while we do this, as the seasons build  layers of moss and mold and  dirt , especially  because it sits beneath the oaks. Not so bad in recent years because of less caterpillars.  This morning April is giving it a nice rinse.  A shower  that lasted through the night actually.  A welcomed undoing of a long dry spell.  Unusual for April. 
I've nine more impressions of April on the wall today.  Numbered to make it easier to talk about them later.   A little game I have conjured.  Or REconjured.  A game of how to.  A game of Nine. This is a new process adventure.  I will test it out on all of you who have signed up for Diaries 2. (Thank you)  Because as always you are my lab rats.  But you might trust me, I promise not to hurt you.

Today the earth is warm and wet and I will play in it.

 

Safekeeping

Unexpected company.  A bit tired.

Probably no sewing today I said to myself...

And then, Oh who am I kidding?  No excuses really.

I continue and continue to stitch to connect all the pieces on the Magic Feather Cloth I still call Home.  Now, without much thought actually, I wander across it's vastness, mending gaps and loose ends. A million small journeys.  Not worrying what meets where.  Because it is all fitting together some how. Who would have imagined?  We did. A dream is kept safe in the imagination I guess.  The how might never be an obstacle if the sense of it is close by.

This is an old drawing.  I once looked at it as silly. 

It seems quite profound to me today. 

Redefined.

Mom used to say It will all work out.  Wait. I think I get it now.