I picked a name from the Game of Chance Basket this morning.
This one I renamed All Mixed Up, I am letting it go, because I don't feel all mixed up anymore. I will just weather the storm.
This helped.
There will be an internet service guy in the house today. Even though the previous provider miraculously fixed the service they denied was their problem. I don't much like being smeared, tricked or lied to. Switch-a-rooni. Ok. Time to mask up and keep our fingers crossed...
Bear with me, I am in some sort of personal internet lockdown. And words are not coming easily. The only kind of fire I want to build right now is the kind that keeps us warm in winter. Or supports the making of Soup.
Have a good weekend.
Or dots, as I more lovingly refer to them.
I used to talk about dots a lot. Is the word circle a more adult, a more serious word?
The curve of this wood, just part of the circle. My mind completed the rest. Wood. To my son, wood is like what cloth is to me. I think of him. How this helps me know him. Trust him.
I didn't burn this piece. I save it for looking.
The cloth here, except for small scraps, is stored like this. Curled. It makes it seem quite human. Resting there.
The Earth Dot Cloth is a quiet cloth in the Sanity Series. Silk is more fluid. Harder to handle. Prints and seams shift and slide. Sometimes I baste it to something else to stabilize it. But here I wanted the silk to speak in this way. To be as it is as I stitch, yet still accommodate the sense of natural order that calms me.
There is not much continuity to my April. Maybe time will tell me why. Ha, really it doesn't matter. A big Jack Rabbit just hopped across the deck. No pictures,he was too fast.
Today, I really like this.
My son (the Boy) makes stuff out of wood.
Wood leftovers are his scraps of self.
Been meaning to talk to him more about that.
A lot of the scrap gets dropped off here for burning. A lot of it does not get burned.
And Burning. Still at it.
Noticing the transformation the flames bring. The shape shift. More aware of that. How energy is produced by change. Note to self: becoming more by becoming less. And no, I don't usually use a hoop, but yes I will now and then because I have one and sometimes if a piece is thin and small it feels better. Process doesn't have rules really. It becomes how it goes. And that changes. I extended this piece a bit for several reasons but more about that later. I learned to take still photos with the man's manual camera. Let me work on the video today. So many settings, so many settings. But it is a very fine machine.
Occasionally.
While sorting through the scrap wood that we picked up from my son's wood shop (that we used for kindling), I find things like this.
They are beautiful
I save them.
Off to visit my boy.
He is a woodworker.
Since he is closing his current wood shop, we will pick up his remaining scrap.
For burning.
I salvaged these two pieces from the last load.
Tiny wood worlds.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung