Spirit Cloth

The Struggle

This was a struggle. 

You know , like what you are imagining isn't working.

But then it goes beyond that, especially if you work in a way that is intended to express what you are thinking, not what you thought or you want someone to think. 

The struggle here, as it became apparent , was everything. Everything that is me.  Or now actually, was me.

I struggled with this one when it suddenly dawned on me that. That's the Point.

So I kept going until the moments held together.

And I named it

The Struggle to  Be_______.

Probably for me, Visible might be what I fill in the blank with,  but we each have our own struggles, right?

And I didn't really get anywhere. But it's ok. I like looking at what happened. The form it took.

I wanted to talk here but I didn't find enough quiet time and now I forgot what I was thinking. It was a confusing day.

there's something happening here...

There was no sleep last night. So just to catch my blog feed, which I cannot change the time on anymore...just to be here, I just got up, a picture then and I will just gather words and try to put them here later. This piece continued from here.

To Fall into it

It's Fall.

And then thinking about Fall. Leaves Fall. But leaves are let go to make room for new leaves.

Our sweet Michelle gave me this little hoop. I played with this photo. I highlighted what might be held by this small gift. And I added a garden layer, the season. Fading.

I say to myself, the layering in photos, as well as digital drawing, can be a tool, for helping form evolve in my story cloth.  But then too, tools need to be an extension of those who use them. That is the complexity in the relationship.

Some stitching then, continued from here, yesterday, but more realizing again, how the nature of cloth, it's flexibility, how cloth is like clay, like breath, like extension of self.

I'm in a mood.

Moods are useful.

Expecting days of rain here. Again.

 

Encouraging a change in form

A day or so, ago.

She felt heavy. She had too many layers as a result of how she came together.Now, a day or so later, thoughts again of how form changes through interaction, here focused on where light meets dark:

I do a lot of my initial drawing digitally. I used to print the picture, that works too. But printer ink runs out fast and paper is precious. And really, as a person who draws a lot, learning digital drawing, having the tools, I think it only enhances possibility and encourages new form.

So here she is. Looking a bit unsure. But Ready. Or at least in that frame of mind. Now to draw on  the cloth. 

I noticed some issues with Typepad, this blog server, cropping up again. I'm not going anywhere though, I will just work with it.  Feel Free, well, that will evolve as well, but as it is... it will disappear as we know it, all content will be available here in one form or another.  Please note that the site will become unavailable for a few months while I fiddle.  Starting in October.  I have downgraded to a cheaper plan and changes need to be made. I will put the links to free classes here soon enough. 

I will simply extract what I need as I go.  Can't believe how much is already there in such a short time. Here, if you click, some additional thoughts on the digital doodle. Rambling with a pen...

Composition

Compose.

To begin with something. To make peace with it.

That is how I use the word.

There is a the physical thing. The need for it to feel right, and to hold together, at least long enough to reconsider.  Letting it, helping it  BE.

There is also the thought behind it. I always hope that might become a tool and not a weapon. 

I make changes, often based on softening my original vision. Even though I was often taught the opposite. In this case my thought has softened as well, and this one has become more about that. How dark and light might lean into each other.  Which is really quite a concept if you think about it.  I remember how weaving taught me so much about that. Softening. The new form in that. Anyway, I am rambling today because that is how things come together.

Yesterday I couldn't post here.

But I remembered some Free Selves I have in a box somewhere. Couldn't find them so I made one to remind myself to keep looking. Some of Deb's cloth here. But you probably know that, it has such character.

I let her wander from here to there, held her, carried her for a while and then placed her in a way to illustrate how sometimes we may seem free but we all might be held, at the same time, even trapped by some kind of personal darkness. Just a thought caught. Just a way to look at that thought while wondering why people are so confusing to me. To each other. How blind spots form. 

Today, I woke up covered in Poison Oak. It's been a long time and it ain't pretty. An itch that might prevent even thinking for a few days. I'm exhausted anyway. But then sleep might not come too easily either. 

 

Cloth du jour

This one surfaced this morning.

 

Dancin' in the Moonlight

The music is back here. In case you feel the urge. I will imagine a big jumpin' circle. 

First Frost

24 degrees.

If I had a pumpkin, the frost would be on it. Something carried mine away, in the night.

I imagined Sitting as a Pumpkin. A stray self, Pumpkin Woman. Been at a loss for words really.

How it Might Just Happen

Evolution in a Deep Pool of Thought.

Not sure I should spoil this moment by saying anything else. 

Except I removed the background in the photo, just to see it this way.

Over Time

...they Became Like a Tree.

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.