Spirit Cloth

Moon Face Resurfaces

Some of you have followed for so long.

Remember MoonFace?

I suppose this patched format was the original "stray cat" format, although I was mostly thinking lion back then. Something more comfortably wilder. I made this one as part of a Faceless series, still considering face, how we share that, but yet how personal it is. Face. Is this one faceless or is it all faces? The face of time? Don't mind me. I'm in between. Asking a lot of questions and reconsidering all things.

I dipped the edges again here. Haphazardly.

I forgot to put the trash out this morning, but I still remember exactly where all these fabrics came from.

My final online workshop series will be 9 segments. The method used here, I call Skitch-Skatch (stitching and patching over a sketch), will be one of them. Each segment will be 1 month long. There may be spaces in between depending on the "move".  You will be able to subscribe separately to any one or all of them, choosing the format that works for you. I will create the series description soon enough. I feel emboldened. I'm gonna work right though it.

Someone came by to take pictures of the inside of the house yesterday. He politely asked me not(!) to remove my work from the walls. He thought it created an interesting mood. Oh ha!

 

Again

Off Wandering.

Going is a circle so I'll be back eventually.

If I can get to it today, I'll be making some changes to Feel Free. If not, I'll do it later. For all you Ragmates interested in my new workshop series, you can sign up for the Newsletter here. At the bottom of the page.  I'm working on it.

We almost washed away last night in the Big Rain. But then, it seems, we didn't.

Here's some eyes from the Coma Cloth from way back to keep you considering vision as context.

Ancestry

Moon Faced

Moon Face goes back.

She is in Wendy's Studio.

The moon faced beast. It's a lineage . Of selves. Eventually they became the stray cat series. They are all related.

They are lion like. They evolve. Across moons. I stitch them in order to witness that. And to lighten my mind. To catch and keep the simplest of thoughts. To keep going in the spirit of selves. I stitched all night because , well, not that I couldn't sleep. I just didn't. So Good Morning.

And if you've stopped by late in the day...

I love the shadow that the thin cloth cast on the wall beneath.

Good night.