In other wor(l)ds, I am ok...
Or she stands for that. She rests on another cloth for now.
I'm ready to explain a lot of the unexplained.
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...of course I'll be talking too, one thin(k)g at a time.
Too much computer these last days... a few days off.
7:14 AM
Drawing from cloth. Noting how the vertical turned, becomes landscape like in it's horizontal form. But here, the already landscape becomes another landscape. The points like arrows point to the moon.
Form and intention are linked.
7:48 AM
9:58 AM - back from the dentist
2PM
My mind wanders.
5:15 PM Sun Moon Stars, the original class, open.
A simple thing. Especially in quilt design.
Today more than simple.
I did this. Like I do sometimes to make the cloth big enough to put in a hoop because I was thinking I might have to do that depending on how the tension played out. But then I thought how quickly it became bigger. And then how easily it could become smaller again. And then I began to think about the dynamics of a frame. How it might be a changing element. How often it is a hard edge to limit focus and contain and control context. But the frame as a space seemed to melt into some precious thought about holding center. And radiating outward again. And I am remembering an unfinished focus on windows a while back. What if Diaries? So anyway, some jottings and a direction I might collectively call Window Quilting. Obviously to be continued.
Note to self: How the morning made the blue so electric.
This cloth continued here.
I suppose Path and Home have crossed over in my mind today.
I did do some stitching. The center panel is eco printed silk. You might find out a lot about the Eco Print process by looking into the books by India Flint. The only departure here is that I cut the plant material (in this case onion skins)into shapes because leaf prints are not my thing and everyone is doing that at this point. Right? Just trying to find my Way. I don't feel it is my place to teach this process. India is listed on my Placekeeper page under Wander and not Get Lost. I made a few jottings today. To gather my thoughts. Noting more than ever how they cross over. And Patchwork has surfaced again in more of a story form. I continue.
Ultimately I arrived here. With the Heart's Path at the center of Home. Now configured as some easy going Log Cabin arrangement. And I think I will leave the center block framed by a softer raw edge by simply making that seam inside out. Normally I might entertain doing these long seams on the machine. But I put the machine away for good. A long hand stitched seam is more like wandering than running toward a destination. So I will do a bit of that.
Notes to self:
1-The log cabin block is very much like a basket.
2-Seams might be used as personal symbols in some way.
Room for words today.
I didn't fly. I was not feeling good about that. The man has urgent business to attend to. I don't celebrate Easter. I remember Mom. Her jelly bean trails were a bit like my nine patch. They helped her feel good. Move through something.
I am playing with layering drawings. While we watch for April.
So today, worried, silly, chilly but warm enough.
Quietly sorting out confusion.
Ta-ta for a bit.
Does it seem that I am less attentive...?
There are gaps in my thinking. And everything else.
This month is both free and not free.
We cleared the hill of last year's growth. Just to be here, outside in the warmer than usual days. I saved the remaining sumac berries which have dried on the branches of small trees we have removed to get rid of brush that holds dampness and encourages mosquitoes. It will rain for days now so I left the copper bucket outside while we are away and around. I've plans to remove all dyestuff stored in the freezer here as well. Perhaps a little spring dyeing to use it up.
And I drew this. And I will draw it 8 more times. Repeat the thought. 9. A good number. Now, more often back on paper, I have begun to grasp the effect of being with cloth for so long. As I did in reverse when I moved from paper to cloth so long ago. The materials reshape us, like any relationship. I have found myself mending. Patching holes in old paper with bits of paper. Patching over lines not wanted with bits of paper instead of erasing. This also allows me to use bits of paper too small to draw on. Design mending. Mostly though, I am thinking about paper like I think about cloth. This will help a new style emerge. This is exciting and feels freer than just trying to go back to something. Repeat it.
I have decided to move Feel Free to another site, to make it better. It takes a lot of planning to get it right. In April I will resume my efforts with all of that. Right now I am just going. I appreciate all the new support and your patience as I navigate March, which finds me so in between.
Wandering thoughts right now.
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In a deep conversation with self. About what that, self, is.
How the creative act relates to that.
All the while prepping for several small journeys. Not the cloth kind.
There was thinking about doodling.
How it is like catching stray moments.
In the context of one's busy life, notes to self on the go. Thread-less crumbs.
Nine of them. On the loose. But not really. Oftentimes the stray things have a direct tie to a heart that is less concerned with who cares.
There will be some traveling (light). Soon. Here and there. On and off. Small practice journeys. I think stray moments might be a good way to stay in touch, keep thoughts going. Storming. There are scraps of paper everywhere and it is easy to borrow a pen for a bit. So when they show up, these stray moments, when they are here, except for this time...I'm not(but in a way I am). Maybe just in between.
Please note I accidentally deleted a bunch of emails from last week. If you reached out and did not hear back, try again. There are more stray spaces in my brain lately and I am still learning to manage all from this new-fangled phone that seems at times, smarter than me. On the list: master the mobile and keep moving.
Sometimes a promise is hard to keep. Yet it seems that, to feel that, is simply to know what the essence of a promise is...the beauty in that.
Note to self: Promise. It's a piece of you. What did you expect?
I made a promise to open the Whispering Hearts class as part of Feel Free for Valentine's day. I am a bit behind converting the audios to a more friendly format. But it's ok. I think it will still be an OK gift in it's in between format and I will work behind the scenes to shape it into something better. The link will become active later this evening, added to the Feel Free index in the sidebar. I love you.
Another note to self: I promise to draw every day.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung