This morning
continuing with combining components in new ways.
Folding circles, again considering time passing...
as a component itself.
I might just rename these from time passing to Eventually. Eventually fragments. They might be very handy to build a story. They might fit anywhere and add an element of truth to the process.
Just a glorious morning.
Cold with that promise of warmer. Even if it's a long way off.
Here I am, in the same spot. Almost waiting for spring. But there is no need. For it will come Eventually.
I did a bit more quilting on Holding Pattern last night but showing you every stitch will get a bit boring so let's let that ride for a while. It takes a lot of stitches. This patchwork base was in the shop for a bit but I caught it before it flew away and decided there was more story here for me to tell. I just added a tiny bit of red silk fringe that appeared caught on the bottom of the scrap basket. Set it free. I've pinned the whole patched fragment to a longer piece of cloth. More space, room for going. What I originally loved here was the imperfection of the dyeing and how the wings seemed to be appearing or disappearing, how the form was in transition.
We feel this will be our last winter here. Change is in the air. And I will call this little long cloth that. Change is in the Air.
Poof. The snow disappeared.
Another morning, near 60 degrees. By this evening, another deep freeze. It's amazing that sometimes science is used as a near antonym for magic. To me they are nearly the same. More about that another day.
Meanwhile I love this picture taken this morning. A lighted window in the distance. The stories it might conjure. Imagine.
We are low on wood, but not onion skins. The doors close on the studio today. Last minute cleaning. Last cloths from the Dye Po(e)t. I see strays everywhere.
I'm not exactly sure where the green came from but that old copper pot has secrets which become apparent over time.
Odd winter morning.
All warm and steamy as the temperatures rose to almost 50 overnight, melting snow and filling the air with moisture.
Warm enough. No fires burning. Soul-o is out before sunrise. Probably we will have just enough time for a wood delivery before temperatures drop again.
She ended up here, just floating on a scrap of commercial quilting fabric that was dipped in the indigo vat a while ago. I stitched over a few of the stars to integrate it all into my wishful thinking. I was going to make a pillow out of this one but I think I'll leave it like this. A floating fragment. In winter.
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We want to need to relocate. Eventually.
I've been confused.
I could spend a lot of time talking about that. But Nah.
I made a video this morning. While straightening up. I didn't bother to get the tripod. It's a bit shaky but it seemed more important to get the thoughts out. Worrying about presentation can dilute my intentions of catching my thoughts. I find that more and more (that presentation is more involved in catching the thoughts of others). So just this...
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
