Spirit Cloth

Morning Softness and Unfolding

 

The "studio" is full of still packed boxes.

Let's unpack then. Talk about stuff. Just like that.

It will help me understand where I am. A ceremony.

Because I cannot sit and stitch. My back feels better but I did a bit of damage to my hip joint, which happens now and then. It's a weak spot, that joint. Some healing has to happen before I can sit for long periods. That includes the computer so I am not out and around visiting on the web much either.

This was the first thing I pulled from a box. Sitting on top, one of the last things I cobbled together in the time before the move. Some small cloth. A nine lives patch. But more importantly what I want to call a story card.  I've been working on card ideas for a while. But I ended up not wanting to print cards. Not wanting more than one of anything. Long ago I was considering one of a kind cards.  Back in the Flickr days. Gosh I've known some of you that long. One by Jude. That was the name I was using. Anyway, now, not just paper but cloth and paper, hybrids I began calling them, but to make  long story short, oh ha!, they're coming.

This is a Cat In A Window. But that is part of the story. Still in the works.

My car broke down yesterday but we actually found a small repair shop within walking distance. (a bit of a hike actually)  Cash, 50 bucks, done, yay! New friends.

 

And this is funny lamp #2.

Funny because I just don't do ceiling lamps. 

I like it mostly for the reflections it makes in the window.

A moon maker.

I wonder if the previous owners noticed that? Probably not, I said to myself. I tend not to give folks enough credit when I sense they are not like me. I will correct that. It's not fair or useful.

Remember these?

The Hybrids...

They've been morphing. And multiplying.

And I'm often putting a bit of story inside.

It sure takes me a long time to put things together.

I laugh about that.

Thoughts on Today's Nine

 

 

Yesterday. This one is a new square sun, but really, more importantly, brings me back to my dyed patchwork experiments. I think these components are bridging something in a way. They are a departure contained in the safety of the box I hide in. They bring new form.

I love this one really. Where it started and how the warm center is holding and how it radiates outward with some random going. How the star points formed but really they are more like wind. How the corners are not cornered at all. How sun and star are crossing over in my mind. How it might be appearing or disappearing.

 

Note to self: You are all over the place. Can this be teaching?

 

See you on the other side. Breathe. Vote. Wine. Go Down to the Sea. Breathe.

Just In Between

A Loose Page.

Note to self: Loose pages could be inserted between bound pages. Like adding hours to a day.

Keepers of the in between. 

I want to be Un-Bound.

A Loose Page is a note to self.

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Digital collage is different than regular collage. Transparency is more apparent. Like looking through one thing and seeing another. No, seeing both become one. Transparency encourages new form.

Stacking (a kind of alignment) moments. But staying in between. Relief from deciding. As if change is part of the composition.

Left handed writing makes me pay attention.

Words change image.

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Comments are off here because I am currently finishing up the Small Journey series

and readying myself for a month away.

I will be posting through Friday but my online presence has already become thinner as of today.

 

Loving on Sketchy Sunday

 

I love this Bowl.

Once a thread nest holder, it became a feeding vessel, sometimes a birdbath.   It's  been outside for a while now.  Seasoned.   I love the dirty whiteness of it.  I love the way it has become like an old sketch.

 

I loved watching this spider.  It seemed as if it was sketching itself as it moved, each moment a new line drawing.

 

I thought I might love  how the two photos , super- imposed, one over the other, might become like a new sketch.  I do.  Love that.

hybrid doodle Wednesday ... scraps of self revisited

(Note to self) Never let Wednesday go by without a doodle...

And in this year of getting old...

Some personal evolution. Revelation maybe.

Spirit Cloth Hybrid Series  Copyright © 2013 Jude Hill

In the spirit of What-iffing and the never ending quest to  merge my life's passions into one, and quench my thirst for illustration (where I started anyway)  finally,  I have  been working late into the night, behind the scenes, to create a series of cloth-paper works called hybrids.  I will not be showing them here.  But they will be in the shop in a few different forms eventually.

I love them dearly.

I hope you do too.

 

So now I am off for a few days...  See you later.

Ok. Maybe one more....

Spirit Cloth Hybrid Series  Copyright © 2013 Jude Hill

overshadowed by a ninepatch then

A cooler day.  A little refocusing while it lasts and  a few more stitches. 
Layering thought...

Not feeling sad.

Feeling everything at once. One over the other and looking right through them.

New eyes.

 

 

Insight.

On the edge

Make your pictures smaller they say. OK.  Let's try that.   For now.

As I try  to simplify my approach to internet  presence,  I  find myself looking at how  being here has expanded my reach, but at the same time thinned my vision as well.  Like trying to see too far,  gathering too much.

 

And then  all this  hullabaloo  in my brain caused by a few off handed comments  about how insulting it is that I don't  share everything on my blog and charge for classes.    When in fact, I do practically teach for free .  Yes I do.   Where do you go and pay $95.00 for a nine month workshop?   Who does that?  With real content.  No stone unturned.  Community. 

A woman cannot live by cloth alone. 

How much time passes all the same.  Doing what I do, going with it. This piece above, from way back here.   And this morning, reading back through Spirit Cloth Diaries.  Oh my,  so worth the recording really.  Even if it was just for me I might still do it.   All that about reach and wings and getting outside my own box.   How the box has changed.   This piece that I named   On a Clear Day,   it is  so much about the edge of darkness.  The beginning of another day.  The promise, the gift in that.  I am rambling.  I don't care.

And another edge is on the horizon.  The edge of White that I have been Whispering  as the first focus over at   What if Diaries.   How that  caught me off guard.   The newness of it.

 

Anyway.  What If Diaries  will open up again for enrollment with the May moon.  Because so many  of you asked and I have no idea what the new year will bring.   It was hard to accept more newcomers  for a while because of a bottleneck of  administrative work while things started up.   But it's rolling now.  The series runs normally for 6 months but I extended it though the end of the year,  slowed it down and allowed myself some breaks.   Signing up now  or later  will allow you access to the first White segment  that you missed  and also  the option to join the forum.  New focuses will include  Color, Edges, Indigo  and my new  passion...Windows.  And whatever really.  The series  is now open enrollment.  Note also that Spirit Cloth 101 is also included in What if Diaries to accommodate beginners.  Take it or leave it.  You can sign up anytime after May 25th. 

 

Down the road, I think the Spirit Cloth blog and Diaries might become one. 

In some new form.

In a way they are two sides of the same thing.

Just Going.

.........

 

I don't want to forget mention how saddened I was to hear of the death of Kathreen Ricketson  (of Whip Up ) and her loving partner.   Our paths crossed years ago when she kindly linked to me when I first started blogging.  She put my work in one of her books and also purchased one of my works as well.   So sad, especially,  for her beautiful children. 

Collision

I am focused on one corner of this piece...  a place where tradition  has collided with  some outside force.   A newness.    It is a meeting place that helps define  both  parts  in terms of  change, redefinition.  I think about this a lot.   How things seem to collide yet actually move though one another.   Occupying the same space. It has occurred to me lately that  redefinition might be a lot less about  identifying difference and a lot  more about recognizing and absorbing the consciousness of oneness.

 I am on my way back home.