Singing Woman of the Woman Series. (a series of Selves)
I darkened the edges of her world. The indigo vat was so ready.
I am going to set up a project page at the Forever Zone(part 4 of Patchwork in Perspective)for her. For selves. Because she is not done. Not even close. I suppose you might be able to relate.
...they Became Like a Tree.
A Typepad glitch is keeping me from viewing and replying to comments, here and on other Typepad blogs. So, comments off and I am going to take some time away and get lost in some details. The stray cat series has evolved into the stray selves series, realizing that I may contain a whole spectrum of beasts to deal with. I need to consider this more deeply anyway.
And in the News, Feel Free is not closing but will be temporarily down for a while so I might fix a few things, I will be reopening the Spirit Cloth Shop soon, it is now sweater weather, and Grace's Hill is still there. The winds have shifted,I hear the smoke may reach NY.
Good Morning,
Soul-o likes the ledge that tops the half wall that looks down into the FireRoom. He is watching for the deer.
This part of the split level arrangement I like too.
The ledge begins soon after the sitting table area, which is a little box that juts out from the side of the house.
Any way, while sitting, there is another eye level for hanging.
I hung Lightning Woman. Woman Series. Resting. I just basted her to get the pins out.
Then zing, just a drawing over the photo, to catch that thought.
I think I might stitch on her today. Busy weekend, so won't be back till Monday.
Named it.
Must be at least 10 years, hanging here in view.
Organizing a Shift
about 21" square, 1/2" squares.
I do believe this one was part of the sanity series
before I even considered sanity as a series.
I am currently packing up my work, which is always in process if I have not given it away or sold it. I will carry all of it to the new place myself. I'll roll it into a big roll and hug it all the way there.
Hope you are all well.
Maybe it's the reality of uprooting...
that has me reconsidering change as simply shift...
The thread that runs though it is a place-keeping device.
Solstice, Cloth, past and present, now future...like season, still has a sense of home in it.
I took the cloth of solstice past off the wall, realizing that by itself I could call it finished, but together with this new one, which is an old sun moon stars base, well together with this one it is just a step toward tomorrow. I love the similarities,consistencies and the differences. How the today cloth has a less structured grid. And how the circle holds it together.
How they could be connected physically, how they are connected even if not.
And then how both of them are loose patches, components of a lifetime of considering shift. Season.
On the lighter side, it's been raining for days. Maybe I'm just wishing for more than one sun.
Am I confused? You bet.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
