Spirit Cloth

Over Time

Not Suddenly really.

I need

want

less

The Cleanse

It's what? October 5th. Had to check.

Spring Cleaning is the norm I guess but I am going to do it now. I mean really. The lessening. Not so much the things, they are on the list, but the things that are in my head. My head is too full.

I made another Karma patch. It's not perfect.

I am collecting loose thoughts now, on the Bird Robe that I decided to rename the Thought Catcher. Actually it became a place for symbols a while ago, so maybe I am just finally continuing. The slow speed of photo uploads has reached absurdity. I will try later. Just add that to the absurdity list. Are we in twilight zone? Time to go scream on the porch. No. wait, lose that, time to go walk in the woods. Stitch by the window. Stretch time. Get some perspective. Make shit seem smaller.

Ok, later, there it is...

 

 

an almost February morning

Letting the light in. 

It helps reveal my process.

Where I cut is not for the looking though.

It's about feel, I work with cloth because of the feel. The living breathing quality. Layers can stiffen. I want it to be more like skin. Or something that might shape shift. In the wind.

That's a Japanese Andromeda right outside the front window, which is low to the ground, easy to look out of. Tiny birds have built a nest in it. I think I can trim it without disturbing them.

The face has emerged in sympathy with that batik scrap. Seems like roots.  This stray self will evolve with many roots. Evolution is a slow transformation. We will not live long enough. But we might speed it up with a little imagination.

My 69th birthday is coming up in February. Last year I decided to close this blog on that very day. Then, somewhere mid year I decided to start a new blog on that very day. Today I am simply considering so many things and most of them are not about blogging or me at all.  

 

Poof Again.   just to say a little more.

 

No,not back, we are actually just Going.

It's been  a long ride just getting it all prepared here, but real change is on the horizon. This will not be an easy move. Many hurdles ahead. There will be less.

There is no functioning heat where we are going and although it is not winter yet, it is winter a bit early, as you know, here on the east coast. It's ok, we will work it out but we will be going back and forth for a while trying to get everything in order... internet will need to be brought in, and then there is Soul-o, relocating him will be a trip in itself. 

There's been posting on Instagram but now there will be no real time for making, but maybe a few pics now and then.  I will still have my mobile phone, my only cyber connection for a while. But let me say, the reception up north is not what it is here.

 

 

This morning, in the spirit of Path-work,

 

Suddenly

 

Simply Balanced

 

I am not calm,

I have simply and purposely

accepted the chaos.

 

There will be a bigger space. Most likely, see you next year.

Peace

The move toward simpler times, toward less

The thought of simpler times

will surely show more in my making.

The sanity series was prep for that.

Today's Nine

...hasn't materialized.

But it's a start.

It might be helpful to imagine oneself as a puzzle piece while feeling puzzled.

(New content link for Small Cloth)

 

A Little Bit can go a Long Way

I caught myself thinking this morning.

About how much I really need.

Sometimes this much can last all week...

I painted the inside of this old wooden bowl white. A while ago. So I could see the colors better. And I drilled a few holes and made a loop for hanging, while it is waiting to hold the beginnings of another small journey. And that loop is a piece of wrapped leather that is part of an old ankle bracelet I made and wore in 1969. Time flies and scraps remain.

A Feel Free Newsletter went out today. Take a peek

Eclipse

The moon was visible.

It was dark inside. Low lamplight. And as I waited I looked around. I thought eclipse might be considered as a compositional element.

How new form might evolve from disappearing. The pictures were blurry but that's how thoughts begin.

And then I fell asleep. I woke up early but it was too late.

This morning...

When you catch a thought you might hold it long enough to make it useful. Sometimes it takes a long time.

What if I start with that? Thought Catching. Part 1 of 9. Share how it moves through me...

So Where is the Snow?

Snow is like an eraser. I thought that.

I could use one right now right now. I thought that too.

The man bought me a digital pencil.

I'm doodling.

or undoodling...

Grace, who doesn't like the word doodle, had me consider that.

Do I? Is it too "cute"? No, I do. I like the word doodle. It's like Just Going and Thought Catching. Without too much ado. (adoodle?)

Also, my nickname was Doody when I was very small. And then later, before Jude, in my private journals, I spelled my name Joody. Now, when I doodle, I call myself joodle hill.

Erasing is doodling. And design mending with less. Mending can be taking away. Once I cut off my sleeves to fix the holes in the elbows.

I feel a bit silly today. I erased worry for a few moments.

 

Arggggh

Nope. I planned a Spirit Cloth Shop update with the Moon, which just so happens to be Black Friday.

So Not.

Instead, a walk by sea perhaps.

Maybe work on some New Eyes.

There's a chill in the studio.

Have a good holiday. We will celebrate by not eating. And being thankful.