Spirit Cloth

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I don't know why this one is so difficult to photograph, just elusive in some sort of way. Perhaps I see something that cannot be seen outside a dream. The thing that remains in between.

The X emerged, I don't think I have talked about that symbol much. I have been gathering thoughts for a while. It is a combination of conflicting thoughts having to do with the unknown, crossing over, and placekeeping.  Not to be confused with the cross (which is here too.).  But my words seem inadequate this morning and I need some time ...

Anyway, this one is complete in the context of the day. Pinned to a bit of Sanity. The Heart of Season.  And the thread that runs through it. 

This is an old drawing that is very much at the root of my thread theory. 

Very old, like 60s.

I love it more today.

I will use it to pull me through to some new form of understanding. 

 

Managing Edges

I suppose I have composed one of my selves.

Made the base cloth a bit longer because I felt the need for more space.

An old print overdyed with indigo. Ripped to size.

I cut along the side of the print so I might slide the patchwork into the base cloth. Integrate the two. For Oneness. Of course, I could have slit the base cloth and woven her right in... like I did here. (...how long I have been at this One-Ness thing)

To stabilize the cut and place, I added a strip of very light cloth to the other side. A little longer at the top end so I could fold it over and hug the top edge. Probably I will add fringe to the bottom. For continuing. Now for some glue-stitching.

A Path-Work, long cloth. Needed.

Are all paths the same? Who knows?

The Drama of Facing Through

The Cut:

The cut is hard sometimes, but I have come to love it. It is a wound, a hole, an opening, a separation, a new edge, a space, a way through, an undoing and a challenge. A letting go.

The Patch:

The patch is, well, quite simply a way to solve a problem. So it might be anything and everything we might use to do that. We could whittle it down to simply, an idea. 

The evidence of path:

Story. How did it happen? 

Most often, I cut through to make things smaller, to look through, or to weave through. Cutting away , as in erasing, that falls into another category. Much less drama, unless it annoys you to change your mind. The cut through is exhilarating. I think it shows a confidence related to understanding your materials. Or simply a curiosity that needs to be exercised. And it won't kill you. When I weave into, everything becomes quite stabilized, despite the cut. There is often a layer (of thought) you cannot see. And a new dimension is realized. Something moving through.

I may be indirectly addressing the idea of loss. Which seem to me arises from the fear of having to let go. But I think I am focusing on the IT. Letting IT go. Letting go is something quite beautiful if we stop holding on to IT. The thing-ness.  The thing needs to evolve. That is the natural order of how it becomes. Transformation, after all,  moves all the way through us. It's not like...a new haircut.

I have not figured out the audio yet, but hey ho.

If you follow me on Instagram, there is a video of the cut.

Design Mending

... continued from my last post...

Yeah, so ok, good. Better. Attached but needs some stitching through. Quilting.

Posting again today because I will be needing a few days offline for a few reasons.

A few folks contacted me about Whispering White. I hope you used an active email address. I could not make contact back. Please check your spam folder. 

Travelling Well

In the Spirit of Going/Knowing, I stitched on this yesterday, all day.

While patiently waiting for someone else, anyone, to tell me what I already knew.  And this morning, by lamplight, reflecting on how often that actually happens. The sense of things before the words come. I am going to relax into wordlessness for a bit.  To renew my sense of things. This is something.

 

Just Growing

That's what the going is for.

 

The shift has taken hold, this is probably the last summer like day here. Typepad is tired, as grace said to me, and so am I. Sometimes you just have to move on. I will consider how to do that, but today I am just talking. 

 

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(note, comments are off because I cannot see them, and I cannot comment back, and that is true with any other Typepad blogs I visit. I will continue to post pics at Instagram for now.) Found a temporary solution. Actually that's life.

What if

When what you have imagined, begins to take form...

You can rest for a while before continuing.

A Seeing Morning

Good Morning.

It's cool. Cool for the first time in a long time.

Evidence of cycle. I feel like this one was left for me.  Right outside the porch door. Yesterday's confusion led me to a small eye sampler started a couple of years ago.  Some eyes still colorless... "complete the full spectrum of vision" I said to myself. 

There are Shells of Summer everywhere. They seem like eyes today. New eyes. Old eyes. A reminder that we need all eyes. To see.

The first stitching was done on a single layer. I think I used a hoop. But I cannot find my hoops, tucked a way somewhere because I don't use them much. So I added another layer. Because it is easier to stitch on more than one layer without a hoop.  These stitches, today's stitches, go all the way through. I thought about through. Eyes that see through.  Different eyes.  Evolution. How many seasons will it take?

Then looking through New Eyes.

What I noticed here is how the running (walking) stitch outline seems like a solid line on this side. Because I can see the stitch where it disappeared as well. Appear and disappear have become one. Now that's a new kind of magic. 

They also look like some new life form.

Day 121 ( just a personal tally)

...still quilting a Nest of Days

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How it Mostly Goes

Together, glued with pins and a bit of stitch. continuing from here.

Aligned, and I am looking. Uncomfortable though.

Then, making the concept smaller, to explain, showing, and then, telling myself.

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Pulled apart. Unpinned.  Resting on a cloth I call the Nest of Days. Still informed by one another, through touch and logic. But free.  Entangled, still one, yet free and on the same side. 

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