Momentary excitement. It won't last long. Rain is coming.
I love the patchwork that emerges when it first begins to snow. The graphic quality of the early layer. How it highlights shapes and the in between. I looked at the path. And then at the cloth. The long-ness, like path.
And then.
She becomes path. Just like that.
Decision: Part 3 of Patchwork in Perspective... Considering Selves.
This is an old drawing. From what I now call the library of selves. Not that old but it isn't dated (still not sure that is important, not sure about time). I have a sense it was just yesterday. It surfaced yesterday anyway. I wanted to make a series about this question. In a way I think I'm doing that with the next sharing thing. Expect a Feel Free newsletter soon.
But it's so cold. And this morning I am thinking about weather. How the cold is moving through me. But then weather as something so much like me. How familiar it is. The beauty of the extremes when you step back. The chaos of it when you are in it. How much like weather I become to those around me.
How the weather seems like me moving through me sometimes.
Between a Fallen Heart... and a Rising Moon. Just to be there.
Is compassion a kind of intelligence?
A simply basic understanding, like connecting dots?
These loose patches, well, I planned to use them in my new class series. But I needed them now. And I've become unsure about the new class. Like I often do.
Lot of folks spend time making marks like stitches on paper. Goes faster but not the same feel to the process for me. The path back to paper will lead me in a different direction I think. The feel of a process is what binds me to it. And the lure of new form pulls me in. Excites me.
Sometimes in between can be an escape from Sameness.
The man was trying to adjust some effects and setting on my fancy camera which is always too much for me. Just trying to help.
You're in a mood he said.
I liked this shot. I could see The Mood more clearly. Was just about right. That phone which has become attached to me. That phone which should be something to stitch instead.
A mood then, which I will work myself out of. Like we do.
Drooping and curled inward. A bit exhausted. Needing to stretch out...
But at least I can show you.
A big storm moving in tonight. I'm almost looking forward to it. I was thinking about storm, in terms of brain storming. Storm is change.
I posted this on Instagram yesterday. You can see I've added a few things. A split sphere which gives the horizontal a sense of time passing, a golden moon above, patches torn and dyed on an old flag, which made me rename it Stand for Freedom. It's not a partisan political statement , it's still about reaching out. I've also filled in the gaps of the frame with old thin cobbled cloth patched from grandma's blouse. My frame of mind is much about memories these days. Which sometimes are a kind of backward dreaming. These extended nines are as much self portraits as the stray cats. A symbol of self, the extended 9, figure standing, arms outstretched, connecting. A heart of nine.
Yet, a day, for thinking about dark and light, and scale and context. And Patchwork in Perspective. (The name of my book, the subject of my new online class experiment in gift giving for 2019)
This frame is smaller. Like the reflection of the big window on the glass table top.
One inch squares, my favorite puzzle pieces. Small.
I look and see a move from standing to going, the stray self form. How that will change now.
This one, here, and then here, has a lot more stitch than expected. Probably because there has been so much time sitting. A strange summer for me. But the solid stitch, the feel of it. I kind of need this density of BasketSelf right now. (I'm gathering more thoughts about that personal symbol) The pic was taken on the rail at sunrise and then flipped upside down to have the light rising from the center. A cloth rise. And yes I'm up and around. A bit.
"I'm not myself lately" I whispered to myself.
Oh Ha, I laughed out loud, "how can that be?". No excuses.
What if I just do it this way for now? The game. I've used up my patience on healing.
Nameless and Wrapped in Change
A small thin hand stitched cloth. About 5.25" x 8". Raw back. Cotton and linen and silk.
For sale here because the ThreadCrumbs Game is not working because folks keep changing email addresses and I can rarely reach the names that are picked. And it is too big of a headache to follow up.
$85.00
Personal check only in the USA (free shipping).
PayPal for international ($10.00 shipping).
Get in touch BY EMAIL if you have interest. Names in a basket for 24 hrs. Name will be picked at 1PM tomorrow. Please Use a current email address to get in touch. So I can find you. If.
Game closed. Basket full! I will be in touch with you if your name was chosen. Thanks for playing folks!
With moving around much out of the question, the path is unclear for now.
We'll move the furniture around to make it easier for me to reach everything I need. For now, at least 4 weeks off the foot. A new self is forming around old ambitions. Things change. And we along with them if we have any sense left.
The man has adjusted to the new bitch in me. Traveling is on hold.
It cooled down. I settle for the air moving. And for now, learning to settle in to an alternate way of going. An old (not so close) friend fell and broker her neck a few weeks back. She's not here anymore. I have nothing to complain about really. I'll just draw a new map. Mend the old one. And maybe stitch it, yes, that.