Spirit Cloth

it's almost March and I'm no less puzzled

Last night.

I stitched. Added a wrinkled edge to a piece I started when I decided to rerun SunMoonStars and then changed my mind because my mind got all tangled up in yesterday and today. And I couldn't straighten it out.

I last posted about it here.

I put an edge on it. A binding is a bit like a hug. It doesn't have to be planned or perfect. As long as it holds it all  together. Even for a moment. You exhale.

The man wasn't feeling well. So he slept, I stitched. Fireside.

It's cold again.

This morning.

The other side of a foundation moon cabin, (this one) looking at that. A kind of ghosting. Inspired by something so simple. Like a diagram. Just a running stitch. Like  drawing of the plan of how the pieces might fit together. I think it is an idea. SeamLines. Making patches that are like plans for quilt blocks. They would look great together as a new type of component. So I will keep going with this. Make a little sampler. Let's see. I'll start with nine.

Another Face.

Last night we slept fireside.  Just to do that.

It was raining hard. The roof was leaking a lot. The power was up and down. And it just seemed warmer and drier and brought back memories of living smaller, doing that one room thing in winters past.  'Twas was a quick decision and as we pulled out the sleeper couch, I grabbed the cat quilt, which I had been mending ( yes still at that), and spread it out "face" down as a sheet.

Ha! Instantly it became the next piece in the Sanity Collection.

I think probably  the other side of a cloth has always been part of my consideration. Especially the quilt.  Which in many ways, over time, has taken on the sense of a Double Cloth to me, specifically  the class of double cloth that is referred to Double Face. 

Double-faced fabrics are a form of double cloth made of one warp and two sets of wefts, or (less often) two warps and one weft. These fabrics have two right sides or faces and no wrong side, and include most blankets, satin ribbons, and interlinings.[2] Wikipedia

It is interesting to use this crossover in terms of my own roots in weave.  I have always loved that the right sides of a cloth are often referred to as faces.  I just made a note to self that, for me, no kind of cloth has a wrong side.  I have a category for The Other Side.  Maybe I should file that under Faces.

The lines are a result of quilting. Not the conventional kind I used way back when that's what I did.  But now. As I mend and connect the layers with less regard for that.   I need to continue mending  this cloth for a while longer.  It is helping me through something.

There was Stitching

I was not near the computer today.

The man scanned and cleaned the hard drive. He has patience like that.

I stitched the lines (continued from here) I drew online while I was not online. (I did add another layer of harem cloth, I'll show that tomorrow.

I used the split backstitch using two strands of floss. For the sun lines I used short thread ends from the thread nest, varied shades of warmth. Because that is what I had. I like to use what I have and I realize it has given a certain form, style to my work. Anyway, I like the variation. And I like the difference in the two line styles, the difference in weight. Spacing. That seems to create some other sense of space. Depth.

At the same time I began to notice the triangles forming in the spinning overlapping ghostlines. I just drew another layer, another digital line over the photo. This time just one out of curiosity. And I see the star. Forming.

And a new kind of solar system.

The cold has moved in and it's time to rearrange the living/working spaces.

 

 

It's relatively cooler. Yes. Drier? Not so much. Since humidity drives me close to insanity, Sanity seemed a sensible direction. So I'm back to it. Specifically , back to here with the feeling it gave me. The thread that runs through it. Which condenses so many ideas down to less. Less is good in this weather.  Some times I just drape white sheets over everything. It slows me down and cools me down.

 

 

So the woven line. It really is like a running stitch. Made while weaving. So much related to stitch. Bringing me back to the root sense of how sewing is weaving. How those two things are entangled in the forms that emerge in my work.

 

 

And the line part of it. Here the seams and the stitched lines. Like drawing. A thread again that runs through me. It.  I've begun to really concentrate on the thread lines. How many ways they run through it. Might run through it.

So far in the context of this patchwork:

The woven lines might seem like seam lines.

The seam lines might seem like drawn lines.

The stitched line might seem like drawn or seam lines.

The stitched lines might continue or connect seam lines or woven lines, dividing the space like the other.

Each kind of line has a different character but is still useful as a line. Line as it divides space.

 

I did a lot of thinking about this in Whispering White, so I'll bring a lot of that back here in the context of the Sanity project. And maybe when this humidity lifts I can figure out what is wrong with my video situation and get rolling again.