Spirit Cloth

Trying to Tell it

It's not the thing, it's the spirit of the thing.

How a thought rises through consciousness. That's what I was thinking a day or so ago...with all that has happened, it fell back in. Anyway there was too much coffee, probably because there was too much shitty wine.

I promised a video but I am not up to it really.  These big squares are 5". Once I start with a certain puzzle piece size, all the other elements fall into relationship with that. I talked about that here. Obviously, I could continue adding 5" squares until it was "big enough". But I've done that. 

I made the cross and stitched it to the base instead. Like a puzzle block. Maybe to see it that way.  There many ways to patch to a base. I talked about that here. As a matter of fact, what I talked about in Small Cloth can apply to large cloth, right? Just the scale is different which might require a bit of problem solving in terms of handling a larger cloth. But that is the never ending learning part.

So I made the puzzle pieces in the same way. Ironed around a template, edges glue-stitched to keep the edges in place while fiddling.  Then I stitched 9 squares (made more than 9) together to form the cross.  I glue-stitched the cross to the base cloth by sewing down the center in both directions, so the edges might flap open, allowing me to add the 4 more pieces to create the extended 9. A little awkward to work into the corners but it worked. Of course I could just applique them as well. Or draw the framework of the patch work and use the skatching (patching over a sketch) method. So you see, so many ways. I like to mix it up. Or go with what works with my mood or my energy in the moment. All the while noticing how each way has it's own feel. Sensing that.

There was some journaling.

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This was Monday's post but I didn't post it. I felt detached. But now, ok, there it was, an idea. Not planned bit as it happened.  Could I create a pieced back? One that would might show through the base cloth, like a shadow yet still a main part of the structure, and work with the existing pieced cross/extended nine patch? What if?

 

 

Hunker Down and ReConsider Safety

I am having issues with the internet again so I cannot upload video today. I am not going to dwell on it really.

On the heels of yesterday then...pinned to Sanity. A Wom(b)man's Cloth.

Womb Woman's Apron.  I added the red fringe (continuing) and some old garden ties (holding) from my old garden back there, I think to stake the sunflowers before a big storm.  I was going to weave some ties but this seemed an act of kindness to some old cloth.  It can rest here for now.  It has inspired new direction for a robe called Wind.

What if a field of stitch will ground this thing?

Whispering, the Man had a sleepless night and is finally resting, hope you can hear me. Too cold for the porch this morning.

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The circles are drawn. 

In permanent ink.

These are new circles but really they seem like old circles unearthed.

I have more of a sense of that.

That they have always been there.

Simply what Happens

The Spirit of Evolutionary Consciousness.

Changed again under the needle.

And probably will again. I witness how it happens.

This one does not lie flat. I remember when that used to bother me. It often bothers others. I guess at this point, the nature of cloth and stitch is a great source of expression for me. Part of my symbolism has become linked to how the cloth form takes shape, not just the image I create. These things are linked by process, change. The story is that.

Most likely, this factor would never be known by the observer unless mentioned. But still, there is the fact that it's there, to be seen. Felt. This Eye Heart thing, it puckers up like most circular stitching does. Cones. A result of the tension  and take up as you go round and round. There are ways to prevent it. Or to marvel in it.

 

In truth, I said to myself, it simply rises up.  It pleased me suddenly because it made so much sense suddenly. Here.   Truth Rises Up. As I age I am more aware that truth rises up. Through change. It is simply what happens. I live in sympathy with this evolution in my creative mind. 
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I said, a day or so ago, there seemed to be no flowers here. Not so. I didn't wait long enough to see.

Mind Games part 2

 

I think maybe this post should've could've been over at Thought Catching (Patchwork in Perspective, part 1)  But I think it just needed to be here, for now, before I begin again over there. 

Today, and for the last few days actually, my thoughts have been about thinking. About changing my mind actually. I am going to talk, just  test, for talking here, in this new place. Practice. Let's give it a try...

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Anyway, I left the moon underneath this time. And the sun has become a new kind of symbol here, another day. The moon is always there anyway even if you can't see it. And Dad, loved the sun on his shoulders and he loved just being alive.  And I have decided that changing your mind is, in a way evolutionary. And in no way shameful or weak or embarrasing. It's just another day. Like tomorrow. For this thinking being, the moment is more than now. And that is just + going/gone. A thread. 

 

Seems Soul-o likes a sunny spot too. And he seriously decided this is his chair. For now.

I'm just thinking today anyway.