And clearly today. With Home in mind... it is the beast that carries the basket. A travelling companion most useful. It fits to my new mindset. And looking back to the Magic Diaries and the beasts on the cloth that hangs here beside me in this one room we are heating for the winter. Well I answered the question I had way back then. These beasts that were embracing the ring. The ring. What was it? It was a basket. This is very good. Very good.
And here they are as they were back then, as they emerged, the space in between about to become more of a place, a conversation. But the basket part. This makes the conversation useful. And I am excited to clear that up.
On the right, the Magic Cloth still in progress. On the left, big kilim form Turkey. In the middle a space to imagine some new journey. Because in this coming year, the year after I became old, while traveling here and there, I will be cloth whispering, inspired by weave. Weaving . Across moons and mind and anything else that crosses my path. Redefining cloth as I know it.
There will be a shop update, if I can manage it, at the end of November. It's going to be Very cold soon and I will be spending a lot of time in this chair.
Which is clothed in a nice old ikat from Indonesia and an old wool weaving from days gone by. I was thinking sewing chairs might get cold too. We will stay warm together.
Angelica stalks. Now a morning moment. Seed heads undone. Several generations later. (the original seed head, a gift from Acey) By Wind. Through the woods.
The tie that held them up through many storms. A corner of Magic, in process, but still waiting. The blue pottery with a glazing job gone astray which turned out to be glorious. Thursday morning. And that's all.
Except it looks like it might rain.
Comments are off for a while. But I am here. But you probably know that.
Yesterday's composite image was used to reinforce what I have been thinking. About image. About the creative act. About thought. About how any current momentary vision has 3 layers. A form of alignment previously overlooked. The moment, layered over the one before, and the imagining the one that might be as a result. And how personal that is, the thing imagined. We might all be in this moment together. This thing we call common experience. Our focus might be to communicate that. But, I say to myself, do not forget, it is the ability to reach back and continue onward that makes it Uncommon. Unique and worth sharing. Which brings me back to story again , I guess.
The magic cloth has become a serpent of days. In the morning it is waiting.
Tere will be no shop update this week, although things will be floating in, I am not planning to release anything until next week. I have decided to celeberate the Moon by looking.
Up early with not a lot to say, except the lamplight looks like moonlight. And the Magic Cloth 2 is on the wall... but not for long.
The nice thing about large cloth is that you can sit under it while you are still stitching it. This morning the Magic Cloth 1 is a shelter from the chill of the studio. I sat under it before lighting the fire. To watch the sun come up. It kept me warm. It is a good cloth.
If you didn't have a warm cloth, this morning would be a good morning to be covered in fur.
I. We. spent a couple of days trying to imagine a world without internet. A life where building a shelter, growing food and staying healthy and occasionally stitching a warm cloth could be enough, everything. I stitched while we chatted away. And the eye that was born by opening a seam just wide enough to see through it gained focus. I placed the eye's center to coincide with the first simple ring, thinking to myself, that a ring of vision starts with an eye. The tiny brown kantha lightly defines the nine patch as a symbol of my beginnings in cloth. The brown thread was salvaged from the hem of an old skirt and dyed with walnut.
Some say dreaming is a waste of time. That dreaming is separate from doing. I think dreaming is part of the natural order of living a life. And when you look back , it seems like a dream anyway. But it wasn't. Sometimes I think a dream is just a way to reorder moments into a story that can make more sense. To see in a new way
Well yes, it is finally VERY cold. And grey. And it is great to have the green still inside, growing. And good too, to watch the days grow longer.
The cloth on the wall is growing too. Patterned by the January brightness, changing as the day turns.
I drew an A today, for no other reason than just, well, it's doodle wednesday.
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