With the help of an old sharpie which never seems to dry up. A vertical field that frames her. She might become one with the way. And even a mapmaker.
And then I embarked on a long journey.
Some full coverage embroidery. The slower stitch. Split back stitch, which I really call the tapestry stitch now. Here I am using the background weave of the cloth as a sketch, and I am stitching over it. Skitching (stitching over a sketch). Where as the figure has been skatched, patched over my own sketch.
My idea here, well, what if I frame a section of the chaos and transform it into some sort of secret garden way, a place touched by her spirit. Of going. Perhaps she is just listening to what it all has to tell her. The story, of how it might go.
This will take a long time so I can just know that and patiently enjoy the transformation. And I will use up a lot of the tangle in my thread nest. That feels good too. We can check in on her from time to time.
She is a lion.
And I suppose I feel comforted and ready to walk the walk.
I broke a tooth off over the holiday, and now I have to go, yes, in these awful times, to the dentist. Hey ho.
A Typepad glitch is keeping me from viewing and replying to comments, here and on other Typepad blogs. So, comments off and I am going to take some time away and get lost in some details. The stray cat series has evolved into the stray selves series, realizing that I may contain a whole spectrum of beasts to deal with. I need to consider this more deeply anyway.
And in the News, Feel Free is not closing but will be temporarily down for a while so I might fix a few things, I will be reopening the Spirit Cloth Shop soon, it is now sweater weather, and Grace's Hill is still there. The winds have shifted,I hear the smoke may reach NY.
Another circle of green, then OK, a Pool of Green.
A Pool of Green for no reason.
So. Just because. Just because I had a lot of green silk.
How things really go, let's count the ways today.
The video is cut off at the beginning, I said I'm sorry about the shadow, but actually not really sorry. I just thought I should say that. It dragged on a bit, way too much, and I was a bit out of the ring of vision. But too lazy to edit. The washer was running. The man began asking me questions as he was trying to fix the hinge on my computer, which, we know at this point cannot be fixed. The house is small and it's hard to get away from each other. The sound carries. It was raining and so that was that. A pool of green seemed a way to escape. AND So again, the goal here, has to become not to present a soft edged fairy-tale in slo-mo with a soundtrack as if everything is perfectly aligned (which I, like all other creatives might consider convincing and valuable, some more than others),but to show and tell how it goes. I am not sure we learn that much from the "hollywood" effect anyway. I guess we are entertained and can rest there. But we are more likely to aspire to what cannot be. Or just isn't. Which makes us into followers. Which seems the goal of the century. And all that might come with that.
I am not being negative. Someone asked a question this week. What are you learning about yourself through all this? I think I feel a bit confused about the effects. The changes. Except the part about me that is becoming increasingly impatient with bullshit. Especially my own. I think more deeply and then make a note to myself... getting older makes bullshit less and less useful. Probably because there's not enough time for it.
And then after watching this again, another note to self...another self perhaps. From another perspective...we all have enough of reality anyway so why not seek out the fairy-tale? Who needs to watch this? I could have just said I drew a circle and scrunched some silk into it and now it looks like a pool of green. I like it. And that's enough. Then I might take a picture of myself running through the forest wearing this as a cape. I might enjoy that I suppose and and you too.
Life is hilariously confusing.
The rain stopped and the squirrels dug up all the seedlings in the raised beds on the porch. I'll not worry too much about gardening to eat this year. Whatever grows grows. I doubt the fencing will go up this season. Money will be spent on chimney repair first, which looks like a big job. And there are certainly enough wild greens to eat. I will perhaps concentrate on composting and caring for and pruning what's here. Especially that pear tree. Maybe plant a few small fruit trees. Sow some wildflowers. Buy from and support local food growers.
Just now the resident red fox hopped over the stone wall and ran under the porch and down into the woods below. I see her every morning. She reminds me of Just Going.
Computer issues this morning. So no media. Will run a virus scan for the rest of the day.
Just how it is here with a little cloth considering on the wall.
Just playing with that piece of cloth from this post. It is pinned over Nest of Days, a pieced large cloth still in process, just to see it as, perhaps, the center of something larger. And to use it as a drawing board so to speak. The temporary is nice to have. To dream upon. Here, just a small cloth from Small cloth class surrounded by a few loose dyed patches. And I kinda like it. It's a simple whole cloth approach that could be interesting. If it is to be a baby quilt though, many things like wear-worthiness must be considered. Anyway, these thoughts going on in the background.
