Spirit Cloth

Something this simple...

Old drawings.

They make up a good portion of my loose pages.

This one, the original thread, one of my favorites. For so many reasons that are ready for reconsideration. But today, the angle of observation. The putting in perspective. Such a simple way to change a form. To create the illusion of depth. But then, perspective or point of view becomes an illusion, as does form. And so...(to be continued)

This drawing has many stories.

I put the PlaceKeeper back in the top menu bar, (links to follow) tried to clean up and delete old links that are no longer valid. Still work to do there. Maybe it will all change. Things change. People change. Focus changes. For now it's there. I am not so much of a web surfer anymore. Many folks have abandoned blogs and moved to Instagram, which I have sort of fallen out of love with. I mostly use it for shop updates. La La La. 

It may move above freezing this afternoon. Currently a balmy 19 degrees.

And There I Was...

June 2011 Magic Diaries.

When I began by saying:

This series was set up to follow what I call larger cloth. By this I do not always necessarily mean bigger, but just slower and longer term.  Deeper maybe. I wanted a format where I could talk about that a little more. In more detail than I do on my public blog.  A place to share more personal thoughts about cloth making. A place more like home that would be more continuous and less planned.

(This photo just a still clip from the opening video) 

I have closed the door to the original series now, because no one has really visited in a long time and I need to fiddle to extract content and put it here. So there I am 10 years ago, as I recall, already thinking I was getting old. 

And here I am today. In another place and time. Feeling like I am getting older.  Maybe that is a trigger for another kind of truth. 

After moving the porch table down stairs in front of the big window where it became my studio table, the glass table that was there was moved to the porch where it became like a pond, in the morning light.

And that is just a lovely thought caught to start the day.

Look

Look he seemed to say...

The big cold wind erased all traces of Autumn.

Everything seems to rest comfortably...

...In this cloth I call The Nest of Days. It is a basket.

With thoughts (often questions) now, of revisiting Magic Diaries , here, openly (one of my older online making series), I am somehow revisiting an older self. Wondering if I can, will it make me feel sad?  Will it make me feel a longing for simpler times? Or is it the same and only a mindset? A frame of mind. 

It is really cold outside. Really and metaphorically speaking. But some Inner Warmth remains and I am reassured.  Like leaves, some things just need to fall away. 

Near Frost

The Oaks are turning.

Unlike where I moved from where it was almost all Oaks, here it is mostly Maple and Hickory which turn first, the leaves falling before the Oaks begin their transition.  I realize in this season, watching the colors has helped me draw a map of how things grow here, in my mind. I am learning by color and timing and relationship to climate. The woodpiles which we have just started to use, have hats fashioned from old pool covers.

In the Nest of Days, I focused in on that woven eye.  Vision changes from day to day. Some days I see with my heart. Other days I see with my mind.  An eye, for me, vision, contains both of them. Must contain this balance. I just said that to myself. Knowledge is a feeling I also hummed.

I would like to weave more eyes. What if I weave more eyes?

Higher Ground

Yesterday, among other things, there was a light dusting of snow In the morning.

It was cold and it stayed put, especially on the paths we began mapping out on the hill we cleared outside the kitchen side of the house. We left a fallen tree to use as a sitting place. It is higher and we can have a long view with tea.

This morning, something pink was going on. 

Like a path to even higher still.

Soul-o, my travelling companion, started this game of higher ground last night.

So a longer view is on my mind and Hey Ho. I've new space in my mind for wandering. Sipping tea, I said to my-selves, let's look past the bullshit and make something useful. 

Clear Day

 

Today I will clean the windows.

all one thing

Looking.

I altered these photos with a filter to make them look worn. I put a few pieces together on the wall. The ones within reach. When I do this, it is an exercise in probability. They will probably fit together. That is my Seeing theory... if I remain true to my vision. And then, you know, even if they are "new" they always seem like something ancient when they are put together as one. The filter was used to emphasize that.  They are just pinned over the cloth I call A DEEP Pool of Thought.

Last night I unfolded Holding Pattern. I am holding and will be holding this one now. It is a gift for My Son and The Woman, and I want to finish it before the end of the year.  I have been working on it for so long, it is an old cloth.

So now, just quilting, while I wait for a new computer.

The time it takes.

Design Mending

... continued from my last post...

Yeah, so ok, good. Better. Attached but needs some stitching through. Quilting.

Posting again today because I will be needing a few days offline for a few reasons.

A few folks contacted me about Whispering White. I hope you used an active email address. I could not make contact back. Please check your spam folder. 

So I saw this

Nothing profound just hit me, like a ghost becoming a tree.

Flipped:

You know when it hits you you can't make it go away, you keep looking and seeing it.