Yesterday was dark. I needed a lamp to stitch. Just small cloth. Wondering why I just didn't continue the quilting on Heal. But again I found myself form chasing. Some loose patch dyed in a hexagon shape. Could it become a sun or a star? The same thing really except the shape we imagine them as. And the the spiral, maybe because of the storm. And the space I ran into while whirling around, it reached out. Pulled a bit of fringe free so it could continue the flow, the force. I couldn't sleep, the sound of the rain had me worried about the garden and I woke up to the same rain and the birds were chirping and the tomatoes were still standing and I even found a couple of gifts waiting to remind me. Joy. The Joy in new form. New form as sharing. I named this Energy Transfer. And it holds Yesterday and then Today perfectly suspended for looking.
It could even be considered a Sunflower. Right?
Just looking, the one on the left, stitched while wondering where the wind was. Or just to keep busy and stop bitching. I like the resulting form, but not the colors too much. The thought is caught... now remembering also that I was really trying to hold the weaving together since the tiny strips were just leftovers I needed to rescue and the cloth is what I call a hard weave, fraying easily because of the smooth spin in the threads used to weave it. Sometimes form is simply a result of trying to hold it together. And working from that. It is holding. No plans to leave these here, I can remember.