Here it is.
You remember Q. Near U. Q was not finished.
I added the big question.
We all have questions. A child will have many. But the big one, it comes with age I think. As with quest, a question can change in scale over time. As will our sense of self in the scheme of things.
I love the raw edge of a woven cloth. How it holds together and falls apart while you look. I love how that which moved through slowly falls away and reveals that which is still standing. Weaving is a big symbol for me in that context. It is still snowing.
the “?” is an interesting symbol. shaped a bit like an ear. as tho to say, “i’m listening…”
HA yes!, I once drew a beast with question marks for ears, I will try to find it…
Ohhhh….what you said about the snow…poetry on this cold, freezing morning…minus 5° C
I’m trying to return from disappearing! Ha!
Raw edges, how they look, the concepts they represent are a delight to me too.
Hugs to you Jude.
and now the snow stopped and it is like a pencil sketch.
I can see you even if you aren’t there.
i woke this morning in that Atmospheric River got up and drank my tea, thought all the thoughts that first waking gives and then went back\
under the covers for the Little Sleep. Dreamed.
Woke again to thinking….Where ARE you? and ta da here you were.
This is Good.
wasn’t sure where I was either and then poof, here I am.
While I was listening to you speak, my hubby walked into the room, paused and said, “I recognize that voice”
I guess I listen to your recordings/videos a lot!
ha! so funny…
Beautiful thoughts, Jude.
Your reflections, and your questions and your genuineness I find so rich. It makes me reflect in turn. And take a breath, and slow down.
maybe we might reflect off each other. A new kind of lightness…
I seem to be making things anew and seeing things through other filters…a more wholesome one, probably. A little like when I hear your words talking about something and somehow ,allowing a space… to imagine or tell ourselves a story of our own. A real gift, that is, Jude. Thanks.
it is always a revelation, new eyes, if only for a moment. I always say to myself
why didn’t I see that?
But then i did, but that was yesterday, a different time and place. and mood.
That is such a fabulous thought/question to consider…the internet, how we interact with the world as we age…. And thinking, age as an edge…
yes, I think old age has changed with the possibility to share more about it. thinking about age as new.
I wish I had found you years ago when I started quilting, to free form rather than following patterns. I’ve always felt traditionally
Enjoy the snow.
I think I like both really. But I think a lot about pattern and how years of going creates them. Making your own pattern interests me. Like a personal tradition to be handed down so it too can be changed….
I love that raw edge too! Every time I finish a quilt I feel like I’ve disappeared or the process of making it disappears from my mind too quickly!
That’s interesting. Finishing is like that to me too.
“As with quest, a question can change in scale over time…”
Bam! A quest! Never thought of it as a question!
A journey to discover one’s purpose; realizing it moment to moment, perhaps. When we are paying attention.
A quest to the very end…
The big questions are so big they take time, even to ask them.
I really love your ABC quilt! What is the approximately size? I thought you had said it was for a child, but cannot remember if it was crib size or closer to a twin.
it is about 60 x 72, was no plan, it just came out that big. I am going to make another… I wonder how big that will be?
Would you consider accompanying this quilt with a (paper) journal of these posts so that the child when older will have a sense of grandma’s quest? This is such rich process – a sort of call and response – creating a path of thoughts and visions. I want to make an ABC quilt!
On another note…your thoughts about disappearing resonate.
yes! you read my mind…
Yeah, Jude, all of this…just cycling over here…season, appear-disappear, unravel~holding together…fading, becoming scratched…all of it beautiful in its own way. xo
I think so too