Spirit Cloth

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.