Spirit Cloth

Exchange

On waking, I thought Thank you.

Then I thought, who is You?

She is still here. Under the needle.

I extended her red. Still using the leafy shapes available in the weave-sketch. Mane, Red, Fire, Reaching. Change. I will bring some green into her. Exchange. An exercise in liminality.

I see this as part of Sempathy. Evolution.

I should talk. But it is difficult here. 

Really what I want to say is it is not about you or me or he or she or we or they, or even the thing. It (and what is it?) is about exchange. That is what makes us useful.

It's 13 degrees but the sun is out and I need to go outside and breathe it in. Gather my selves. Have a meeting. About the New Year, which at this point seems as if it should be marked by my upcoming birthday. A more important point for Mapping. Yeah, I need some time.

Just November

There is no storm today.

But there sure are a lot of leaves.

The lightness has changed.

And I am , again, thinking about community.

And how easily that can fall apart.

How confident we can become.

But in perspective, well being, well, it might really take a village.

These simple pair-ings reminded me. What if I just spend some time connecting a few loose patches. A little building. An exercise in usefulness. An end of the year round up with scraps of self.  Just these little connections reassure me. End of the year beginnings.

Encouraging a change in form

A day or so, ago.

She felt heavy. She had too many layers as a result of how she came together.Now, a day or so later, thoughts again of how form changes through interaction, here focused on where light meets dark:

I do a lot of my initial drawing digitally. I used to print the picture, that works too. But printer ink runs out fast and paper is precious. And really, as a person who draws a lot, learning digital drawing, having the tools, I think it only enhances possibility and encourages new form.

So here she is. Looking a bit unsure. But Ready. Or at least in that frame of mind. Now to draw on  the cloth. 

I noticed some issues with Typepad, this blog server, cropping up again. I'm not going anywhere though, I will just work with it.  Feel Free, well, that will evolve as well, but as it is... it will disappear as we know it, all content will be available here in one form or another.  Please note that the site will become unavailable for a few months while I fiddle.  Starting in October.  I have downgraded to a cheaper plan and changes need to be made. I will put the links to free classes here soon enough. 

I will simply extract what I need as I go.  Can't believe how much is already there in such a short time. Here, if you click, some additional thoughts on the digital doodle. Rambling with a pen...

Selling, Sharing and Common Sense

It's been a while since I focused on selling my stitched work. It is everywhere here.

Because I like that really, being surrounded by the history of process. 

It's time to let some stuff go.  I sell/offer the work that is closest to me in order to share something deeper about self and process, maybe just the time it took. And I sell stuff when I need to. When I need money, when I need to clear my head. And clear some space. Right now there is a little bit of all of that going on. I will be closing the Spirit Cloth shop. I left that place for larger works but I doubt I will ever let them go. Or finish them even. Supplies and Small Stitched Works will be available in the ThreadCrumbs Shop.  I think I will skip a lot of the official announcing of shop updates. Perhaps just a whenever dribble might work at this point. Just stop by if you are curious. I do an occasional shout out on Instagram and Facebook.  But not here really.  Let this just be about the going. 

Selling can be confusing. Especially pricing. I have often been "accused" of selling myself short.  It is important for you to know that this selling thing is more about sharing than what I might deserve.  Sharing is what I do. The best I can. Because I can. I put a lot out there. I feel good about it, even though some days I find myself disappointed in how others behave in the context of my sense of community... Sharing openly takes trust. I do not ask for much. And I don't like much that I need to put this here again, but after some shitty stuff this week, here it is:

Some days I can't keep my cool. I get knocked off balance. I think perhaps, well I would like to believe, that most hurtful stuff happens in some innocent way. Still, misunderstanding can never be prevented/resolved without dialog (we might say that about everything). I just recorded a rant to relieve some stress, but then I remembered a calmer time during PatchWork in Perspective-part 1 when I was Thought Catching and addressed a question about the copying issue with more composure. And I listened and I said what I still might say.

 

 

Here is a video link if you see no player above. Videos from this series are not public but I opened this one because it seemed to fit to the day. Of course some of you were right there. 

x

I don't know why this one is so difficult to photograph, just elusive in some sort of way. Perhaps I see something that cannot be seen outside a dream. The thing that remains in between.

The X emerged, I don't think I have talked about that symbol much. I have been gathering thoughts for a while. It is a combination of conflicting thoughts having to do with the unknown, crossing over, and placekeeping.  Not to be confused with the cross (which is here too.).  But my words seem inadequate this morning and I need some time ...

Anyway, this one is complete in the context of the day. Pinned to a bit of Sanity. The Heart of Season.  And the thread that runs through it. 

This is an old drawing that is very much at the root of my thread theory. 

Very old, like 60s.

I love it more today.

I will use it to pull me through to some new form of understanding.