Out flat , on the round glass table for stitching down. Tabled I usually say. Almost all stitched down actually. Not perfect but that's the idea. Just stitched down. Holding.
Actually, not a bad TableCloth.
It's a blanket though.
Note to self, it could be both, why not?
A Table Blanket.
and just to say...
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So then...
This Circle of Green, maybe I could also call it Life.
Just talking...
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Another circle of green, then OK, a Pool of Green.
A Pool of Green for no reason.
So. Just because. Just because I had a lot of green silk.
How things really go, let's count the ways today.
The video is cut off at the beginning, I said I'm sorry about the shadow, but actually not really sorry. I just thought I should say that. It dragged on a bit, way too much, and I was a bit out of the ring of vision. But too lazy to edit. The washer was running. The man began asking me questions as he was trying to fix the hinge on my computer, which, we know at this point cannot be fixed. The house is small and it's hard to get away from each other. The sound carries. It was raining and so that was that. A pool of green seemed a way to escape. AND So again, the goal here, has to become not to present a soft edged fairy-tale in slo-mo with a soundtrack as if everything is perfectly aligned (which I, like all other creatives might consider convincing and valuable, some more than others),but to show and tell how it goes. I am not sure we learn that much from the "hollywood" effect anyway. I guess we are entertained and can rest there. But we are more likely to aspire to what cannot be. Or just isn't. Which makes us into followers. Which seems the goal of the century. And all that might come with that.
I am not being negative. Someone asked a question this week. What are you learning about yourself through all this? I think I feel a bit confused about the effects. The changes. Except the part about me that is becoming increasingly impatient with bullshit. Especially my own. I think more deeply and then make a note to myself... getting older makes bullshit less and less useful. Probably because there's not enough time for it.
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And then after watching this again, another note to self...another self perhaps. From another perspective...we all have enough of reality anyway so why not seek out the fairy-tale? Who needs to watch this? I could have just said I drew a circle and scrunched some silk into it and now it looks like a pool of green. I like it. And that's enough. Then I might take a picture of myself running through the forest wearing this as a cape. I might enjoy that I suppose and and you too.
Life is hilariously confusing.
The rain stopped and the squirrels dug up all the seedlings in the raised beds on the porch. I'll not worry too much about gardening to eat this year. Whatever grows grows. I doubt the fencing will go up this season. Money will be spent on chimney repair first, which looks like a big job. And there are certainly enough wild greens to eat. I will perhaps concentrate on composting and caring for and pruning what's here. Especially that pear tree. Maybe plant a few small fruit trees. Sow some wildflowers. Buy from and support local food growers.
Just now the resident red fox hopped over the stone wall and ran under the porch and down into the woods below. I see her every morning. She reminds me of Just Going.
The bird box, rescued from a fallen tree that was cut up this week.
Hung it here because there was a nail. Digitally doodled a circle of green around the hole, just to see before I paint it on.
A circle of Green came to mind. A circle of green.
Washed. Dried in the sun. Stacked, topped with an apple. Because. Wine in a green bottle.
Then, ok. I had snatched this back from the shop the other day. Because I kept liking it so much. Especially for the circle that imperfection revealed. Maybe only I like those kinds of things.
I acted on a thought. Not what I envisioned. But OK.
I think there is enough green for what I had envisioned as well. Maybe for the other side. I am going to stitch this down. I will talk about it after looking for a while.
It's late April in the Valley. Has it only been a few months here?
Looking out the front window, after cutting the bushes down, which were blocking the view.
We began a first cut, working a section at a time, to keep the ticks at bay. I think we need to get a small tractor or sit on type thing if we can find a used one. To mulch and cut because the small mower we have takes a lot of energy. Then, probably , for the first time, considering hiring a few local guys to do some clean up, because they probably need the work. If we can.
That's the well cap sticking up. The water is iffy here. We have a UV filter.
Surprised to be able to post this morning. Just here, marveling.
Stitched some dart like distortions into this one with coffee. Just to note that such things as discussed yesterday might simply be intentional distortions on any cloth surface, not just a solution to needed flatness. Here, like wrinkles in time. Love how darts are like discontinuous seams. Hold that thought. This is destined to become larger.
Or here, for texture.
If I am trying to say how it happens, where new form comes from, then I need to be truthful. About my focus being something quite formless. Fluid. Not some strict confinement. Can you Imagine strips of wrinkles, applied to a surface. I did.
Then I imagined a colorless robe. A thin veil of imperfection. To shelter in.
The Wedding Quilt (made before I was documenting such things) is wearing thin. It was a thin summer cloth to begin with. Only 2 layers, the patched top and a flannel sheet backing. No batting. It accepts mending so well.
The old Square Patch was almost worn Away.
The new Patch is a Circle.
Mismatched, Perhaps.
Useful though, then...Beautiful and Crazy wHole.
Puzzle Solved. Square Peg. Round hole. Yes we can.
A Harvest Moon Patch then. Because Time Passes. We learn. Reap what we sow.
Sew. Ha!
The walls here are filled with pin holes.
From tacking up my work. For about 15 years now.
That's lot of looking.
I cannot take these walls with me.
? What if I can?
I took a photo, printed it out, tore off a loose patch. Just to show you. Imagine a wall paper pattern like this? Oh ha, folks wanting to have walls all smooth and plastered and painted, imagine papering your walls with imperfection? Way more cool to me.
The circles are hand drawn.
I always like them better that way. In this way I become the compass. And the way reflects how centered I am. It took me years to be able to explain that in so few words. How fragile balance is.
I started this way back. I've been less inclined to check exactly when. Instead I am just going from where I am now. I dream of dyeing this at one point. But who knows where I will be then.
They are all becoming baskets. Eventually. The larger cloths.
I am the center of the universe. And so are you.
It's a lonely place and then we reach out.
This 9 patch ring of circles was configured using a kind of quilt math. I can't focus on that today, I'm focused on reaching out and accepting how vulnerable I've been feeling. I'm noticing how imperfect the circle is anyway. I stitched the little nine in the center without a hoop and without the usual layer of cloth beneath to stabilize which caused the movement of the cloth to make it harder to form the motif. The shifting made it all less perfect than expected and that allowed me to see that and just appreciate the conversation for what it was. Is. A back and forth.
I might name this Less Than Perfect.
Today is my birthday.
67!!!
The avocado plant has awakened.
After months of dropping leaves.
Birthdays always have me thinking about growth.
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I have some really old paper. Because I waited so long.
Ha, even I have become antique.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung