Spirit Cloth

Big Thread

I dyed some string. Big Thread. I lost myself in the deep pool of thought again. Now free, this one has become it's own deep pool of thought. I tied it to a tree. Been a bit distracted, trying to... Read more →

when I have said all I can say

I get tired of most People. But not cloth. Love is that. Love is the thing that keeps going. Asks for nothing in return. It is rare and not as common as it is made out to be. I think... Read more →

In Perspective

Some Sadness I guess as I glanced from the window off the Bigger Bedroom. The view from outside the porch. Suddenly I thought I knew how it felt, more clearly, the confinement. But then, it was more clearly how it... Read more →

Honor

And here, now, a bigger picture. It's a bit like sitting at the laundromat. The washer and dryer are in an alcove to the left. An alcove that they do not quite fit in. We thought to move them to... Read more →

Persistence

Still at it. We celebrate every Friday the 13th. We missed July, this time we remembered. That's Magic in the background. The one cloth left on the wall. Read more →

Spirit Cloth

Once upon a time there seemed to be more time. More space and time. For a change, yesterday, I stitched all day. Love is a LifeForce. Then I thought...Momentarily Contained. I have contrasted different kinds of edges here. Which might... Read more →

Running Through

2 short stories. This is a chipmunk running very fast past the studio door. And this is me... Stitching quite slowly, helping a thread run through a few loose patches. And then naming it Love is a Life Force. Read more →

It Stopped Raining

Knowing, from experience, that I mostly never finish, according to the standards of others, I am putting the pennant in the mail this afternoon. It holds, keeps, a few dreams together. And we might imagine the rest. Read more →

Inner Peace

Fire raging in California. I had been working with some loose dyed patches I pulled back from the shop. The group called Birth and Destruction. Was stitching them. They came with words. My brother wrote those words. I like them... Read more →