For a while, smaller cloth.
But the unrolling has been a reminder.
Coma here again, still ragged and raw, still holding together after years and years.
A documentary, a teacher, a blanket, a world. A timekeeper. A journal. An open heart.
Something as simple a upside down (or inside-out)patchwork. That thought caught, tried. Tested. Remembered in the wee hours of a cold rainy morning. An unfinished wishing star that says it doesn't matter. An early Deb Lacativa dyed cloth that celebrates a friendship. Actually I remember where all the cloth came from. And some old classes when some of this happened.
Large cloth is where I began. Spirit Cloth. The blankets, the gift giving. The long, slow journey with cloth making. Because it is a story, it keeps going. A reminder of that.
I like working small. Firstly because if you are working with scrap, you have to begin there. You need small to build big. And small is endearing. Portable and easy to manage. Good for practice. But there is another reason to work small and that is if you are so inclined, selling is easier. Finishing is easier, letting go is easier. A large cloth is never selfish.
I've been here before, reconsidering large cloth, but I am here again. In a new frame of mind. Unrolling the bigger ones. They are like Pandora's Box. In reverse.
This house is a split level. I never liked them much. But there are highs and lows. Which offer new perspectives.
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