I stopped for a moment while framing this one.
To look at it partially framed. This way, that way.
Reminding myself that even naming is a kind of framing. And the notes from so long ago, so good to have them.
This was on the back, obviously I had written some story of the day there, maybe disregarded it, but remembering, something about preconception interfering with or influencing new form.
And well this is how days are going here as I let myself be swept up in the Poetry of Process.
I found this one this morning. Lost somewhere in the pile of Way too Much. Once Named Nine for Flow, framed in another time and place. Didn't keep my notes on this. But it seems new, so I will begin again.
mirror images
repetition like this never tires
seems so natural
I’ve been buried with other concerns, so it has been a breath of repose to find my way to this page today. So many comments come to mind; too many to name so I will simply say how I appreciate this particular page and comments. Thank you, Jude, and all.
And thank you for finding your way here…
love the pile name Way too Much, hit home- my life lately
blue seems to be a theme throughout your creative journey
I like how you are bringing them together, your poem- a story
I think I will make an actual sign that points to it, ha!
I never really liked blue that much till I met indigo.
The story of how it goes, it really becomes so much.
Blue prayers…I brought home some tiny indigo plants from mom’s today. Time to get back to some stitching…
sounds good.
the joy of re-framing all things. whether seen, heard, smelled, tasted or touched. will practice that today to see where it takes me. how the making of a thing from long ago can be resumed, like a dangling conversation…
Sometimes I can just continue, sometimes it feels like starting over. Sometimes I ask myself, did u do that? And once I burned one. Just threw it in the fire.
The all- white squares, it’s like a clean slate for new ideas and freedom.
Just thinking about that clean slate as a finished piece. Just that. The big sanity cloth comes close
oh (((Jude))) these blue prayers take me back “Into the Mystic” that beautiful old song by Van Morrison, they rock my soul!
❤️✌️
Sailin’ with you Mo….
How this becoming a river series brings such calm and peace.
Very nice Jude. Thank you. ❤️
Hey, let’s rekax into it …
I love the ‘poetry of process’ .. .. last night I suddenly gathered all my Blue work and put it away for another time; after the move. I am suddenly free, and it will be good to unpack the Blue with fresh eyes later on.
Love.
New eyes are always surprising.
Blue prayers… how much I love this.
Who needs words now?🌊
It must be nice to come across older pieces! 💙
I’m not used to that … I’m too obsessed with finishing one thing before I start something else. I’m slowly working on changing that! 😏
Be careful, I’m buried!
Nine for Flow is so subtle and tender.
yeah, perfect timing, I feel like I am swimming upstream at the moment.
Sorry to be off subject, as I love your process, thought and actions, but I’d like to know which kind of indigo you use for dyeing…wild blue false indigo or indigofera tinctoria?
Forgot to say I want to grow it in my tiny yard for dyeing…
Can you email me? Or use the contact form?
I use Japanese Indigo
False indigo will not work.
(Persicaria tinctoria)
Feeling like I should speak any words here in a soft voice. Reverence for cloth, thread, stitch, going, framing, rising …
felt a bit like that to me this morning.
The uncovering in going.