Spirit Cloth

What Time is it?

Time...

it's a point of view.

This one, I'm not linking back (Summer Solstice I think) because here it is.  The Tendency to Shift. A basket self. A frame of mind. And I just looked out the window and it's snowing!

Shift and Form are what I'm focused on. And Thought. Not Art. Thought. Although I see them as the same. How Thought mends what isn't into what is. How we all do that. Thought appreciation then. More inclusive.

And so I guess I am back. Tho I was always here. I'll do some practicing. Audio. Video. Sweeping. A new rhythm is forming.

 

 

The Fullness

Here I was playing with loose dyed patches and a more fleeting alignment. While thinking that letting go of time is the only way to grasp it.

Eventually. Because we are always in between.

Sort of but Not Really

Am I here?

Sort of.

It feels like this.

Going in circles. But then not really. But then in perspective, always.

I ended up making frames of mind. And now using them as just that. Filling the empty spaces/holes. I stitched on this one, on and off with Solstice in mind. And Mom who died on that very day a few years back. Has it been that long already?

It's not done because it doesn't seem to be my goal here. I'm experimenting with a few methods and also just letting circles form. And playing with the idea of frame (edge) in my mind. And it's relationship to puzzle solving.

I'm here to meet with some real estate brokers and then, not, to be elsewhere again and will post to Instagram mostly in the next weeks. To reconnect as I can. Been reading on the web but not commenting much. Ok?

Expect a few crumbs in the shop.