The other side of shelter
I ended up with more of a smolder than a fire. Because of what was on hand.
Continuing to build, considering Shelter. This sheer silk gauze was dyed by Glennis (resource page), years ago, and today it grew into something quite beautiful. I tacked the edges with tiny stitches that do not go through. It has no weight, but the cloth is way stronger. Since I have not completed the stitches that hold the layers together, the quilting, I will continue and there will be enough of them to hold this silk in place.
Silk is more often my cloth of choice these days. I have many silk stories.
Still. So many stories are never told.
I too am hearing the stories waiting to be told from my cloth stashes…funny but the cloth seems eager to get started, like there are many stories to tell & I’d better get going before my years end. I’m working on space for them now
Beautiful Jude 🌸
the fragile strength of silk
Yeah, it’s really something
I could get lost in the forest of these colors…
I could get lost in anything so easily right now
I agree with Vicki—-definitely a tree trunk!
Yes, so much a tree.
these tiny magical stitches speak to me of the alchemy that constantly surrounds us, tho often going unnoticed. the smoke of it ascends like prayers. the strength of weightlessness. love how each of us reads this story differently. x
Yes, the thoughts of others are deeply considered.
…to zoom in and see all of those stitches…really something.
Amazing how they accumulate
I love this! I was given a designers sample wedding dress..lots of puffs & ruffles..it’s 100% silk. I took it apart & washed it. I’m going to try to dye some of it. I have been saving avacado pits to use.
Silk dyes easily.
my first thought of the image, without reading the thoughts was of a sturdy tree trunk. Solid. supportive. reaching down to the earth.
Yes, I saw the tree too
good morning, Jude. it’s just about still morning here. your whole piece reminds me of a chimney somehow. it’s a good time to think about fire here, as we move towards summer. not the outer relationship with it; rather, the inner fire, which I think we don’t always understand so well. how we bank down the fire to preserve it. you folks with woodburning stoves understand this well. there is also the element of insulation from the heat. the heat of over-doing, or worry, or irritation with others. it’s a tricky and delicate balance. thank you for making me think about these things today. (smiles)
Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I didn’t find too many words today.
how Things are becoming Everything….all taking the primary Place, taking turns…
no longer … instead of, but AND.