Spirit Cloth

9 again

...might call them "the tendency to rise up" as a nine patch. But I have a tendency to do that sort of thing. Read more →

it goes

Yesterday I sat quietly and celebrated a life in pieces. And the freedom in that. This morning I posted something new in Small Cloth. And cried a bit for no reason except release. It worked. I am going to go... Read more →

Boxed

Oh Soul-o... Speaking of boxes, can this even be comfortable? Still he's been sleeping like this all morning. I am thinking about the boxes we put ourselves in. Maybe it's a lot like this. We adjust. Stepping back, perspective, helps... Read more →

UnEarthing old seeds

As I unroll and hang old work for looking, Old touches New. I guess since I did the rolling, this unrolling(ceremony) is that. What I love about this picture is the new square that has appeared as a reflection on... Read more →

To Continue

Reaching... Exercise. Wings. There's a slight tilt in the photo, leaning, a sense of a beginning of a spin. oh! the coma effect... Your browser does not support the audio element. audio link if you see no player above... I'm... Read more →

Heat Wave

The humidity has peaked. I'm going to sit here by the fan and make puzzle pieces from leftover scrap. These. 1.75" The old wooden silverware tray is a great place to keep them. Read more →

July

Too humid for anything but looking. Or stretching my mind. Or just talking... Your browser does not support the audio element. alternative audio link Read more →

Summer and still here

It is what it is. I've not watered, mowed, planted or trimmed. Still, it's beautiful as always. I'll take my Dad's blueberry bush (from a cutting years ago after he died) with me. Eventually. This because a loose dyed square... Read more →

Out of the Blue

Sanity # ? I have lost count. But I haven't lost track. This is one of my favorite composition styles. The Sanity Effect. A math. There is a center, nine, the square, a sense of expansion. And always another box.... Read more →

Hand Piecing

My littler hand. Found while cleaning out my parent's house. Which has been sold. My brother and his husband, who have called it home for a bit, are relocating upstate. The plaster broke, but ironically the cloth it is glued... Read more →