This tree fell before we moved here. There were many. Some closer to the house, which we cut and split and burned. All fell during Hurricane Sandy years back, according to neighbors. But this one, fallen across the wall that separates one lot from another. This one stays. A fox lives in there, and it is beautiful , each year, more moss. I sit here a lot.
I am looking for some green velvet, I know it is in one of the baskets here. From mom's favorite dress up jacket, I used it before. For moss. On the Tree House quilt, and Listen to the River. I am looking forward to the cloth I call Grow. Adding to it. The large slow cloths reveal my roots.
My youngest brother, the now retired botanist and teacher, sent me a recent photo , the garden side of Listen to the River, in the garden. Keeping things warm. This was one of my first truly 2 sided blankets.
The small cloth self and the large cloth self are at the big round table today, talking things over. Selves come in handy these days of less social interaction.
a similar fallen tree here…huge…huge glorious living space…
but Tay is so diligent. i’m not sure the fox that passes through could
be comfortable. But small things, though,
OH so MANY small things
I love how it smells
I love the slow opening of it, as parts fall away, looking into it, and yes the smell.
Love the tree…like the children’s book “Log Hotel” 🙂 I also can’t help but think of the recent news stories about the twice biting DC fox!
This is the quilt that has stolen my heart…and that velvet. I remember it…must feel so good to touch. sigh.
it is a log hotel. I watched yesterday around darkening, so many residents.
yeah velvet is definitely a touch me cloth.
I could look at this quilt for a LONG time! So much to see, so many stories. I can’t help but think when I look at your work the hours and hours of stitch that have gone into them and it just amazes me. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts as you go along on these journeys.
❤️
yes, they are different. born in the “not selling my work” time.
Thinking a lot about that lately.
Beautiful. I’m not a good gardener, maybe I should toss cloths across the yard?
Haha 😅 Or plant them!
a small cloth can be a seed.
ah! how lovely the weaving of grasses, wood, stone ‘n earth in the upturned roots! perhaps a predecessor to your outdoor loom…
amazing, that root basket.
I wandered thru “Listen to the River” and the desire to reach out and touch it was a physical thing….. the structure of the cloth itself so beautiful — then you stitched stories (magic) thru it and it sings…
these big cloths, gave spirit cloth it’s name.
Love the mossy tree as natures fence, and beautiful quilt for your brother 💚
the tree guys were doing to cut it, I caught them just in time!
This whole post just puts a smile on my face , such beauty in your land and your cloth, it just comes forward as a smile on my faceJ. Thanks for that, too few smiles around lately.
this is true, smile.
The quilt in the garden gave me a quiet chuckle. I did the same one time that I ran out of old blankets. My son discovered it and gave me heck for using an unfinished quilt to protect the plants. I told him it was washable and not to fret about it.
i love cloth outside
Garden side of Listen to the River — looks like a garden as it lies there on the earth, fields of goodness. Gladdens the heart to see this photo of beauty and loving hand making.
my favorite part was the sunflower corner.
Oh my goodness, that large cloth is stunning. Is that called ‘grow’? And your images on flickr of Listen to the River and the Treehouse! Both so incredible and amazing to see your process in the images. Thanks for sharing your beautiful work, Jude.
that is the reverse side of Listen to the River, very different on both side.
Thank you for looking!
Beautiful
nature…
Look at all that beautiful lichen! Are you going to dye with it?
never tried it yet, one of these days…
green velvet, moss
moss is just really special (well at least I think so)
what I find fascinating is that it can shrivel up, seemingly dead and then it rains and tada! it jumps back to life
also it is very tactile, like velvet, like i imagine your quilt is
yes moss is old, has story, endurance, feels good too
I would call the fallen tree “decay art”. You are lucky to have it happening where it can be appreciated.
yes, the decay here is glorious
Green velvet! Moss! Music to my ears!
I’ve nearing completion of my “folliw me to velvet island” wall quilt with its green velvet island. Even melted its beautiful!
Downed trees for the win!
velvet is such a cool cloth
do you ever incorporate the fox living in the fallen tree into your work?
i did back at the old place, but here, I hardly see her, but then maybe I have!
I like that the fallen tree has no regard for property ownership.
yeah, agreed. it’s like a big ha!
I love the tree trunks that have been left in my garden. I am wondering if one of them has a opossum living in it. I have decided there is always room on a big cloth. Love the green center.
yeah, there are holes, living spaces everywhere I look. slowly meeting my neighbors. yeah big cloth is like a world.
It is a pleasure to read your posts. Life story, artist path, poetry.
thanks, just life, lucky to be living it…
Listen to the River was the one that got me hooked. I sat, slowly scrolling, uttering whispered oohs and aahs. It’s nearly twelve years ago, but I remember the joy….and the green velvet 💚💚💚
A fallen tree is a thing of beauty 💚💚💚
I am moving full circle…
This tree is overwhelming