Spirit Cloth

Bigger Cloth, higher ground

For a while, smaller cloth.

But the unrolling has been a reminder.

Coma here again, still ragged and raw, still holding together after years and years.

A documentary, a teacher, a blanket, a world. A timekeeper. A journal. An open heart.

Something as simple a upside down (or inside-out)patchwork. That thought caught, tried. Tested. Remembered in the wee hours of a cold rainy morning. An unfinished wishing star that says it doesn't matter. An early Deb Lacativa dyed cloth that celebrates a friendship. Actually I remember where all the cloth came from. And some old classes when some of this happened. 

Large cloth is where I began. Spirit Cloth. The blankets, the gift giving. The long, slow journey with cloth making. Because it is a story, it keeps going. A reminder of that.

I like working small. Firstly because if you are working with scrap, you have to begin there. You need small to build big.  And small is endearing. Portable and easy to manage. Good for practice.  But there is another reason to work small and that is if you are so inclined, selling is easier. Finishing is easier, letting go is easier. A large cloth is never selfish.

I've been here before, reconsidering large cloth, but I am here again. In a new frame of mind. Unrolling the bigger ones. They are like Pandora's Box. In reverse.

This house is a split level. I never liked them much. But there are highs and lows. Which offer new perspectives. 

Letting it Unroll

The last thing I packed.

When I named it. Remember?

So I just unpacked it, which is unrolling really, because I roll cloth, it travels well that way. And unrolling is so much a ceremonial kind of thing.

I finally found my pins and my basket of tacks. The small piece I pinned here was the piece I was working on in Small Cloth, I was mapping transition. Which I could say now looks a bit like a learning curve and at the same time a stream of consciousness.

It's been hard for me to be back here. To find words, to share how it is, even to stitch. I've just not been There. But reading my own post yesterday and a friendly reminder from a good friend (((Dee))) yesterday brought me Here, which is, yes, enough.

Now, if I could just find my recorder, (my studio is a tiny bedroom with not enough space or light)and then remember how it was that I put the recording here (my mind seems older), I could talk a bit about this, how and more importantly why these fit so well together. Talk about the bigger PUZZLE.

The walls here are all different shades of yellow. I like white, but it is fresh paint so let it be.

And this is the road in, or out.  And a very long and steep endeavor to put out the trash. I will try not to make any.