Spirit Cloth

Karma as a Loose Patch

Note to self: The Puzzle is Liquid.

The solutions are infinite.

There is no puzzle, only pieces.

Of the whole.

The question is, can you see what I see?

No zoom in here, it is easier to catch by standing back, in perspective.

September

It finally stopped raining . Water that is.

The lightning last night was spectacular.

I finished the spirals.  And I will go ahead and put an edge on. I hardly ever make the edge the last step. The edge makes it a place. Shapes context. I will edge it in red. Red, courage, red holding center, now red on the edge.  A ring of courage which has me remembering the ring from so so far back. My first symbol. Somehow I am closing a circle.

I have always lived with clutter, things.

I just want simple now. Just cloth.

I do believe everything small here will become big. Large cloth is a life process.

Except what I pop into the shop in the clean up process. Maybe just to share some scraps of self. Help pay for some chimney repair.

Summoning

 

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I am a firm believer in Form Follows Function. And to extend that into the spirit of the thing, if you have no use for what you are making/doing, it will not turn out to be anything much at all. Usefulness is a broad concept. Maybe you need to make a living, maybe you need a blanket, maybe you need simply to see what happens. But there has to be something. For it to be something. 

This one is forming. Through intention. Even though I remain on the edge of what it might look like. I want it to be a two sided blanket, I don't want one side to be more than the other. I want it to center me and yet express empathy. To give visual form to that. No matter what it looks like. 

The red. Such an odd addition. But I like that it fits, make the candy colors work more deeply. As I drew and expanded the original red lines, stitched and then thought the split stitch was too blah and would also take too long, I switched to my signature Wrap Stitch, (here, stitched only on the top layer) I drew some dividing lines, for the bars, and suddenly those spikes seemed like backbones.  And courage popped into my head. And then the words...to become whole again, to heal, requires courage. 

I spent a long time stitching, and not one single minute watching either convention. I feel clear headed. And that is what I need this one for.