Change is constant, but shift, a sense of evidence, becoming apparent sometimes suddenly although it is just a sign of something slower. There are so many pieces of me here. A pathwork, a moon, magic, fringe, the skoodle, selves, basket, waves, the square, cloth weaving. Fire. The beast.
But today I see signs of shapeshifting. And a small quiet journey underground, out of sight.
I'm ready for that.
It's just shift. A word I use a lot but need to consider so I have no listing in Spirit Cloth Language. I'm not sure about words anymore. Never convinced that anyone understands what I am talking about. Never sure what anyone else is talking about. Pretty sure it doesn't really matter. I'm interested in form and what that may say. Or not.
I'm almost done with this. I like what happened. I cannot touch the lines. It reminds me of how my old work on paper was left unfinished, filled in where I felt the need. So I am happy with the link there. I did weave the fringe right through on the bottom. Interesting how it transformed into patches. A kind of loose , fragmented version of continuing. And that is how it is these days.
And the distortion on the bottom. The tension of the dense stitch, the liquid quality of the too thin cloth base. The lack of focus on that part because of the focus elsewhere. The awareness of how a shift of focus might leave us unaware of the bigger picture. The stepping back to get a new perspective. The acceptance of how it happened tied to the way the thread moved though me.
I love this , all of it and what it has become, what’s come from it.
The fringed patches…I saw mice too 🙂
I like how you said that.
Says it all 💕
Even when I’m not sure if I understand, there is always the feeling of it all that comes through, and the possibilities. Your doodling here feels like another dimension to the story, making your stray feel even more real. During today’s stitching- the thoughts of “this could…”, “or that might…”, “or maybe…” felt like gifts. oxo
in a way that’s all we have to work with
I love that the four tassels at the bottom look like mice and their tails!
There are certainly enough mice around here to be inspired by.
Those seeds, so tiny offer so much. There is indeed so much of you in this one. Love to you.
Indigo, harvested a bit early, going to test them to see if they sprout.
“the liquid quality of the too thin cloth base” appeals to me. ephemeral. allowing shift. like soft sketch lines, fading. spirit cloth seeds planted quietly within us. for each, a unique vision grows… magic.
Cloth can be like clay.
going back to the second photograph of the post of the 7th….there is SO much there and now
surrounded with the more familiar, i keep going back to that one then return to this today.
there is so much going on with those lines that chose to form into image in just the way they did.
I hope you continue with the lines, the ink…how so much, seen, barely seen and just intimated
occupies the same space
I think I will continue to choose line as a a component, a way to visibly connect the dots, that is they seem to be a path between what I see and what it might become, they mark those small journeys in thought.
It’s like a dance move…
I think I’m getting it… the way this piece happened. And the connection with seeds. I hope they sprout! Sprouts never fail to thrill me.
Quiet is good! Seeing is how I soak it in 💙
Yes. Why do some things seem so empty?
For me an overload of news!
Seeds are essential. 🙂
And it’s time. I wonder if they will sprout?
The tails of a tale, choosing your own ending (or beginning again)
I like the word choose arlee. The conscious element in how it might happen.
Love it and the story it evokes
Sometimes loving helps the story evolve. Gives it meaning.
Eyes. Yes those too. I love how faces are always a new form.
It seems there is a quiet Jude…..