It’s been raining and winter has begun to wash away. In my mind as well. Today the sun is shining.
I am feeling better today. I worked on this one for a long time. In between naps. I filled in the sunrise basket. I noticed how the center became a little out of shape because the cut left a hole there and disturbed my rhythm of rings. It works well, in sympathy with the mountain though, so I felt it was ok. Maybe they might seem more connected this way. One holding another. I often consider what happens as if it was always there and simply build a logic around it. Sometimes story can be built that way. Making do with what happens and mending the gaps to make some sense out of it. I added ears, for listening. Because I don’t listen enough. And did a lot of quilting to merge all the loose raw edges. The world could use a bit more of that. I noticed that red thread laying there and decided to stitch it down. It was playing nicely with the woven red pattern. Like the thread that almost got lost, I caught it. And I wove in a strip of earth I dyed this past summer. To ground me. It goes right through, like a thread. As I look at this one I see more of a small carpet and it makes me long to start weaving again, allowing it to be re-informed by the present.
This one to the left is hanging next to the bed. Unnamed. Names fade away. Last night a Big Cold Wind blew in and the moon seemed to dive in and out of the swirling dark clouds. I could see it from my window. This cloth could be Yesterday’s Moon. Uh-oh, I feel a series coming on…
Yesterday, when I went looking for the weave program that the Man wrote for my advanced cloth weaving class, well it was written for Adobe Flash which has been recently retired and well poof. No more weave assistant. I’m laughing though. Because everything has become increasingly funny. Tomorrow I will begin to move all my photos off Flickr and delete my account. Another step in the great undoing. Although I already feel UnDone.
Back to Skitch Skatch now…
More about Yesterday’s Moon ( yes, I like that) later. Currently 45″ x 47″. And I want to sleep under it.
Like how the red thread continues her tail. Glad you’re better.
or tale. what an awful ear ache…
Love the little piece with the star-beast grounded by the brown woven strip.
Yesterday’s moon is wonderfully stitched/woven through the clouds . . .
i love cloth weaving
nice that you stitched this between naps. feels like a waking dream. love the weaving in it. to see you at your loom would be a dream-come-true. and then to see what you weave become part of a patchwork story…
One of these days. My son has agreed to build me a tapestry loom outside
The old song comes to mind…’She’s come undone’!
You know I’ll be singing that now, thanks to you
I think flickr is where we originally met, so many moons ago…
Weaving moonstories is my favorite thing.
Yes. Most of my earliest connections began there.❤
Did you weave that moon into the piece? Or did you skitch skatch it there? It’s so intriguing – and no doubt great to sleep near. I just quickly paged through some of the Flickr photos before they disappear – WOW!
woven in mostly. they won’t disappear they will reappear as something else.
So glad to hear they won’t disappear. I often refer back to Flickr or the archives on your blog for inspiration. Especially the Magic Feather cloth called Home. It’s not only the photos that inspire me, but also the intent behind that cloth and the collaboration of all the makers.
Your daily posts show up in the CA early morning for me…your sharing nudges me every day to keep working, rearranging and stitching. Your presence here makes a big difference in the world. Don’t underestimate it.
Thank you. Elsah, I just love that name.
Yes, don’t underestimate it.
Make do…there is something to consider. Glad you are feeling better. A nap is a very good thing.
I look forward to many more…
the grounding is so just right … and I got lost (in a dreamy way) looking at the variations in the patched “white” cloth beneath
how one can spend all day with cloth and never tire of it
Yes, living with cloth saves me.
i think god should have had you there for naming the animals…well, it’s a good story, right? i’m finding myself laughing again, at myself a lot. brilliant blue and after more than 40 degree temp drop in a day, well, why not laugh? the jokes on us, march has their way with us and laughs. loving the here, here
Every story can be like a loose patch till its told …
(((Jude))) love your undoing through these pieces of time
Here’s to the undone!