Spirit Cloth

Something this simple...

Old drawings.

They make up a good portion of my loose pages.

This one, the original thread, one of my favorites. For so many reasons that are ready for reconsideration. But today, the angle of observation. The putting in perspective. Such a simple way to change a form. To create the illusion of depth. But then, perspective or point of view becomes an illusion, as does form. And so...(to be continued)

This drawing has many stories.

I put the PlaceKeeper back in the top menu bar, (links to follow) tried to clean up and delete old links that are no longer valid. Still work to do there. Maybe it will all change. Things change. People change. Focus changes. For now it's there. I am not so much of a web surfer anymore. Many folks have abandoned blogs and moved to Instagram, which I have sort of fallen out of love with. I mostly use it for shop updates. La La La. 

It may move above freezing this afternoon. Currently a balmy 19 degrees.

Just Talking

I drew.

I thought about that again.

I talked. Please know, since I feel a lot of talking coming on, I talk from my Basket Heart, which needs to be emptied now and then. I am not an expert on anything and I talk to "myselves". I share, so you might know me in my moments. But I am not preaching.

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And then I stitched a little.

I added two new categories here. audio/just talking and drawing. I will need them.

It snowed, just a little...

Good Morning

Bear with me, I am in some sort of personal internet lockdown. And words are not coming easily. The only kind of fire I want to build right now is the kind that keeps us warm in winter. Or supports the making of Soup.

Lightening a Story

 

As in shedding light on, not making light of...

Illumination.

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You might need to click twice to see.

Or just imagine.

As mentioned I've been also darkening some cloth.

...the link to a class post about that.

Lightening and Darkening, again considering the magic in that.

Layers

To remind myself how simply image is created.

Whether it is digital or physical or simple imagined.

It's all about layers. And the time taken to look past/through things.

Many yesterdays + today = tomorrow. It's a sandwich and I we am are the in between.

The Layers of Thought are hard to catch when you first start out. It takes practice to catch them. Know them.

To be able to create an image from your thoughts is useful in itself. Which makes me love my doodles more and more.

A new Pairing

There are two loves.

Well three, but we can leave the Man out of it for now.

The two. Cloth. And paper. Drawing really. Doodling mostly.

Both of them forever entwined with questions. What if?

 

 

So What If I combine them? They have almost always been one in many ways. But the thought today is simply to link them physically. As a process form. As ThreadCrumbs, to make the sharing more meaningful. This is my first prototype because really I am pursuing a little story book idea that goes way back.I have a lot of little experiments here that might become more useful.........

The other thing is there are some large cloths in process that complete my Sanity Series that must be worked on quietly out of public view for a while. So what if I return to the What If format for now? Some of you might remember that. I had a separate blog. But now not. Now here. Now that. Small cloth experiments. For a while.

 

 

 

 

Just Drawing.

Trying to reach beyond words. My own especially.

Note to self: To crop is to create focus. A kind of Design mending. Redefining context. Measuring reach. Interesting to look at the steps to get there as the composition.

I did not get to my emails yesterday. I stacked wood. And came to grips with some sadness.

I'll catch up today.

 

StarDust and Things in Space

This is a very old drawing. I used to have it in my sidebar. At the time I gave the original SunMoonStars class, it was there.

I was going to put it back, but there is so much there right now. Floating around.

Anyway, I just want to continue with the constellation idea.

And the stippling style from my old illustrations has obvious use here. Maybe even more now, since I have been unrolling, noticing how this drawing style crept in. I think Thread Beads grew from this habit.

So to continue...

Some of the stitching I began when the class was running,below....

I did quite a few of these.  The stippling was a combination of thread beads and tiny random back stitches.

I am making new ones now. I want to stay with this for a while. Below, a few of the originals.

I talked a bit about it back then.

 

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I also brought back an old photo of one of the first spirit cloths I made as a gift for a newborn baby, because I have fond memories making it . And because it is very sun moon stars. And because I used the above drawing as inspiration for all the little things that were floating in space. The rays of the sun gave them some purpose and order. But I did not use the stipple here.  Mostly because by the time I would have been getting to it, the baby was being born. Now that I have a bit of time on my hands, I am looking again, thinking that all the little things themselves are a kind of stippling , yes?

This is the center of the quilt. I did not take the photo. Around the sun it says: With time and patience the mulberry leaf becomes a silk gown. Which is a Chinese proverb.

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Another reference, the shirt I made for my son. 1978. Before I named them thread beads and wrap stitch.

So today again considering little things floating in space. Some Galaxy Storming for later.

 

 

the February Stray is Leaning

Leaning might be part of a slower rocking. Takes a while.

It might simply involve more being there. Considering staying.

I've begun to lean toward paper. And as I recall, I leaned away from it very long ago. There is a lot more story in it now. Funny thing is, today, I did not imagine this becoming cloth.

I'm leaning in general. In many ways. I feel it before words form.

 

Note to self