Whenever I seem confused, lost or simply stranger than normal, I know I am growing. In these times there is no way to explain the state of things. When one (thing) is becoming another. It has been a while so I have had a tough time remembering the beauty in it.
I was just looking this morning. I had created a new base, or playground, as I often refer to them. And, well, I became more aware of recurring images and how they are not really like that after the seed is sown. They are suddenly new, yet, as if they were always there. The part of the process that can never really be shared is ... well, like that.
I look here at these two. The one on the left from 2020, I was here. I called it Holding On to Nothing and then, renamed Everything is Connected. The one on the right , new, unnamed. They are so much the same, the floating, the connection. One still so simple, one more complex. I cannot always explain why I see things the way I do. In between. It may not be important except to one who is deeply interested in form(ing).
As I move toward paper once again, well, I am looking again. At the recurring. Which is simply, Again. And the undoing that contains.
These are not good photos, my mind was elsewhere.
yes me too, inspired to poetry like Steph.
“up so floating many bells down”
ee cummings – anyone lived in a pretty now town
The spiralling ghosts of stories on the back of that large background cloth are pulling me in.
i love how cloth can become a world
the going from “holding onto nothing” to “everything is connected”. ha! celebrating growing pains. the end becoming a beginning. eager to see how the new unnamed cloth will transform.
Reminds of the poem, Shadows by DHLawrence and the lines, “odd, wintry flowers upon the withered stem, yet new, strange flowers such as my life has not brought forth before, new blossoms of me.”
“plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.” My guiding principle, as I have come to know it well. We always come back to home base. ❤️
The circles in/on circles say so much to me. “playground” was just the thought that came yesterday with a new base. Stitching circles into it now, hoping to keep hold of all of the possibilities.
Yeah the interlocking circles, more to say…
Playgrounds are a shop category but I forget in which class I began calling them that.
Circles can hold….
How well you convey things, even tho it’s part of the process which really can’t be shared.
Your work really lifts my very long day today…to a quiet place within…home…
I so needed to see this thread today, thank you everyone.
thank you for taking time to be here.
I love your visual and verbal dialogue with your work. I am amazed that you can portray it, but you do!
I can never be sure… translation is so tricky.
I’ve been a long time follower….sometimes not fully understanding what is said, but always knowing this is a place to get away from the chaos in this world. Creatively the word for me today is keep it simple.
how can we fully understand?, I think certain environments just help us be what we are. Simple is much easier. yet I slide into complexity without hesitation. It’s a cycle I guess.
What an important thing to remember about self. Stuckness can be a signs of growth too.
I learned this when my son was growing up. The stubborn unmanageable days were always followed by leaps in learning. Transformations.
Yes. I remember too.
That disequilibrium/growth cycle. I may have a whole class of transformations!
spring is like this, all edges and changes and upheavals and wonder, especially in the great north woods.
nature teaches us so gently how falling apart creates new form.
well put, Jude!
sometimes we find ourselves with the wrong perspective.