The beasts, I use them, to catch and understand my innermost thoughts, I guess.
I've been concentrating on knowing the stray cat. The stray cat in me.
But the lion came first. That first Spirit Cloth.
And the lion is back today.
The sky was on fire this morning. A sunrise like Dad use to paint with his watercolors. On wet paper. I always sensed his joy about another day.
Can't believe I see this in the morning.
Regarding the new sharing series...
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!
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.
