Spirit Cloth

Hunker Down and Decide

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So to continue from this morning... One way to easily square up an old piece of cloth is to fold it diagonally against one edge. Cut , or tear, I prefer that, off the extra. Again, not exact, but closer. 

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Hunker Down, Start with a Square

Yesterday, no cloth,just Dirt.

A big square of dirt.

This morning, a big square of Cloth. 

Ok, not exactly square, but who's measuring? Not me, Not this go around. Feels big enough for a beginning. Can always adjust later. I am guessing about 48" square-ish.  In these times, a looser approach seems suitable. Use what I have, stay light, make something useful. Feel useful. Feel Joy. Of course I could start with a smaller square, even a one inch square, piece the base an inch at a time, keep going, it will become bigger. No puzzle about that except keep going till it's big enough. What's big enough?  Could be dependent on your goal for end use or just the challenge of seeing how far you can go. Imagine if you just kept going until you could go no more. Set a world record.  This time, for me, I want to make a Baby Quilt. Just because. It should contain calm, joy... so I am not going to worry. Do you feel it is important that what you make contains who you are?  I do. Let it be that. I like square(ish) blankets.

The power went down overnight. It came back on at sunrise. 

Some of my old baby quilts here...before blogging.

Day 3

 

Here I am.

Again.

(loving this,how much the paper seems like cloth)Wondering where I begin. Or not.

With the box I put myself in, looking for another way out.

Over the next month I will work on all the existing small works here. Touch them. Let them go, finished or not. I think one final Spirit Cloth Shop update for small stitched works when Spring begins.  I know that once the season changes, I will be outside. Clearing paths. Trying to grasp my new sense of personal space.

Just to clarify, I am now 69. And I have entered into my 70th year on earth. This being Day 3. 

I do not feel particularly physically challenged. I feel good. Strong. It's not difficult for me to continue as I have for so many many years here. But my focus is shifting. I sense that. My thoughts are leading me astray. I am a stray at heart, in that regard.

I We moved to make things easier, especially financially, as we age. We may do that again. But for now we feel free enough to change our minds. I do not miss the old place. I thought I would. But Poof, it's just another day.  What else is there?

 

Green here.

We don't need rain.

An icky weekend in store. Rain. Humidity. Chill. No sun.

I have a lot of squares here.

That's nothing new. Neither is the question:

What if the sun was square? Have you played that game yet?

What if ___________________ was square?  Try it. It can really lighten up a day.

This one evolved.

Nine for Tendency

Tendency is on my mind.

A predisposition to think, act, or proceed in a particular way.

How Sanity (as I am trying to define it, in small deliberate steps) might in some way be a modification on that.

Anyway, yesterday I got to thinking. While out hacking away at some old root-ball I was trying to remove from the garden. It was such a dense mass beneath the surface. Nothing would grow there. It seemed small initially but as I dug... well it took hours and I ended up with some unidentifiable tangle of plant threads and a Big Hole.

I had a green liquid lunch. Then stitched this.

Another nine. With a black center. A black hole block (component). (What if a black hole could be square?)

This might be Nine for the Tendency to be Sucked In. Ha! Yes. (I could make a political comment here. About Her. But I will keep it to myself.)

Now my thoughts turn to concentration. Concentrating thought. Art might be, in some way, related to that that. Simply that. I think.

I used a focal zoom effect on one section (about 30" square) of the perpetual grid cloth (I am working in sections, but more about that later) after adding the black hole block. I like how the black hole became the center and everything else is radiating outward. Here a black hole is something positively negative. And an eye of a storm.

 

Here Soul-O. And the Art of Looking.