Spirit Cloth

Stand Up Applique

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A way to the edge

Red. Pieced because I just have scrap.

An edge then, link to video if you see no player...

 

 

I choose a more secure binding this time. Maybe just need that.

I finished one edge, right. Took about an hour. Hanging. On the wall, porch wall, painted it white. (White paint, lots of it, is out and waiting). A small section of wall that separates the room with the big table, left, from the main bedroom, right. Both have direct access to the porch. Doors have been open since June. Ants come in.

I like the red edge very much. 

Hunker Down and Appreciate the Ordinary

 

Just a few moments to reflect. 

I did not plan to focus on the Robe thing in such detail here in "Large Cloth".

But how it goes is simply how it is. And I let you lead me my friends. Lead me and accompany me at the same time.

You might recognize this robe "Without End" from one of the videos I published from the Contemporary Boro class in the last few days.  It's the one made from grandma's linen curtain.  With the binding made from scraps of my son's baby quilt. It was patched and dyed and mended and worn. My first attempt at ROBE. Dates back to 1975 or so. And then the cloth began to weaken. To honor it I undid the seams and attached it to a foundation cloth for support. To take the strain of tension away. It is now a wall cloth. And I renamed it Temple. It is not a religious statement. It is symbolic of a dwelling place for an aging deep seated feeling of honor.  I have only begun to put this together, it has been hanging on walls for a while and needs more stitch. 

I put this here today simply to emphasize how one thing might become another. And still be useful.  It could have become a blanket. Maybe it is now an art cloth.  One I wanted to create , wanted it to make an impact. Maybe just a Ceremony. Because I needed it as a reminder of how I feel about cloth. In a new way it is still a robe. It wraps me in peace. And tells, to me, my own story.

How strange,it has grown larger now, Larger than Life.

Hunker Down and Dream

 

And of course.

Computer issues this morning. So no media. Will run a virus scan for the rest of the day.

Just how it is here with a little cloth considering on the wall.

Just playing with that piece of cloth from this post. It is pinned over Nest of Days, a pieced large cloth still in process, just to see it as, perhaps, the center of something larger. And to use it as a drawing board so to speak. The temporary is nice to have. To dream upon.  Here, just a small cloth from Small cloth class surrounded by a few loose dyed patches. And I kinda like it. It's a simple whole cloth approach that could be interesting. If it is to be a baby quilt though, many things like wear-worthiness must be considered. Anyway, these thoughts going on in the background. 

Have a good weekend...

It's March!

day 13

Feel it. Smell it. Spring. I'm charged. 

This morning the window sill glowed.  And then, I changed my mind. I want need this window to go all the way to the floor. It's in my head now. It's a must. I'm changing furniture around again. That's a good sign.

And yesterday, while splitting old logs, we met our first Eastern Eyed Click Beetle.  At first I thought it was a snake or something... I put a link here 'if you be curious', those are false eyes.   I think I need some of those. You can never have too many eyes.

It's great to be outside more. Everything is vibrating. Outward.

I hung 3 more cloths in The Room with the Big Round Table. I basted them before hanging to get the pins out.  Just a bit of reconnect. I actually reconsidered the 3rd one based on the two above. I did some photo play. Below. ↓ One over the other.  I became engaged with the thought that it doesn't matter which came first, only that they have connected.  So the bottom piece has some transparency play now. But I will talk about each piece in detail when I am done hanging.

Now that I look closer, each wall in this house is a different shade of yellow. Depending on the time of day they all look different again. Color is so much about light.

There are tiny birds nesting in the porch roof.

As always, with a change of season, I feel reborn.