Spirit Cloth

How it Seems

Maybe it's the reality of uprooting...

that has me reconsidering change as simply shift...

The thread that runs though it is a place-keeping device.

Solstice, Cloth,  past and present, now future...like season, still has a sense of home in it. 

I took the cloth of solstice past off the wall, realizing that by itself I could call it finished, but together with this new one, which is an old sun moon stars base, well together with this one it is just a step toward tomorrow. I love the similarities,consistencies and the differences.  How the today cloth has a less structured grid. And how the circle holds it together.

How they could be connected physically, how they are connected even if not.

And then how both of them are loose patches, components of a lifetime of considering shift. Season. 

On the lighter side, it's been raining for days. Maybe I'm  just wishing for more than one sun. 

Am I confused?  You bet.

Not Lost in Space

Found.

Lately I find myself in space.

I we worked long hours to finish the deck. Because the rain is coming soon. It takes about 48 hours to dry. We moved all the furniture and paraphernalia off.  To work.  After a bit of what-iffing, it's been decided. To just leave it as a space. Just like this. Maybe a place to watch birds. And deer. And the forest closing in.  Until we go.

Nine (forever) ready. Experimenting with loose patches and center. Waiting for the space to stitch.

And this one. Finished a while ago. Unrolled last night before bed. This one was quilted with questions. Time has flown. I named it again.  Who needs answers?  I just realized I hung it upside down. And was delighted that it didn't matter.  Space is forgiving.

Three and Away.

Sun Dancing

Rain.

Way too much of it. And no warmth.

It's like this. And it's daytime. It makes me crazy.

I took a pen to some loose Sun Moon Stars patching from a while back.

The sun has a new logic to it. I forget what it actually looks like. A loss of memory can encourage new form.

it's almost March and I'm no less puzzled

Last night.

I stitched. Added a wrinkled edge to a piece I started when I decided to rerun SunMoonStars and then changed my mind because my mind got all tangled up in yesterday and today. And I couldn't straighten it out.

I last posted about it here.

I put an edge on it. A binding is a bit like a hug. It doesn't have to be planned or perfect. As long as it holds it all  together. Even for a moment. You exhale.

The man wasn't feeling well. So he slept, I stitched. Fireside.

It's cold again.

This morning.

The other side of a foundation moon cabin, (this one) looking at that. A kind of ghosting. Inspired by something so simple. Like a diagram. Just a running stitch. Like  drawing of the plan of how the pieces might fit together. I think it is an idea. SeamLines. Making patches that are like plans for quilt blocks. They would look great together as a new type of component. So I will keep going with this. Make a little sampler. Let's see. I'll start with nine.

Still

Still Spaced Out, but not lost.

This one. One of the many playgrounds, leftover from SunMoonStars. Hanging on the wall here for so long the edges of the not basted but pinned pieces beginning to curl. I liked it the way it was, for a long time. Now I want to work on it. Especially the in between. The base cloth is an eclipse dyed by Glennis. Way back when I was not dyeing much of my own indigo.

I suppose, today I am simply acknowledging my own chaos of late. Sitting still here and feeling that swirling of ideas, and then not ideas.  Knowing how confusing that used to be for me. How I used to feel bad about that, that state that kept me from feeling ok. How I used to strive for the focused drive that seemed to make everyone else so productive. Sure. What was that and why couldn't I be there?

On a loose page somewhere I remember jotting down:

In every moment everything changes. Why then is it somehow not good enough just to reflect that?  To be here and present is to be unsure of everything.

And here I am.

ok.

 

Lost in Space

In Between I remain.

It has been easier for me just to continue. Continue some small journeys past, rather then start something new. I am feeling better now, now realizing how not well I was for the past weeks. And this has spaced me out. The reflecting on that. Health. Wellness. Age. What's important.

This one above, all the components from the original Sun Moon Stars workshop, now available through Feel Free. I pulled them together and framed them with more cloth. Now NeedleChanting (how I express slow stitching) my way through.

I'm looking at both of these together.  The newer one on the right.  Looking. Noticing the similarity in color pallette. Looking for other common senses. Like floating. I will work on the both, back and forth until I can bring my selves together.

 

 

Loosey Goosey Me and a Kind of Mending

My blanket self is made of Loose Patches.

This piece continued from HERE.

Three little Things

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December 11 2016

Star Patches