A different way of going. Building.
A looser composition.
It's all the way you think about it I guess, what it might "be".
It can still be a cabin though. Maybe a cabin falling away. Maybe it's holds a thought about safety. Maybe fear, which really a kind of discomfort with not knowing. Even though we can't know. And oddly, the beauty in that.
While loose patches pulled from the basket of nothings can come together. In peace. In a moment of belonging to that endless puzzle where everything fits.
Gosh this was a mind twister. I need to walk.
Thank you for all your kind comments yesterday.
We had enough rain. I can hear the river. The deer came late last night and ate all the hostas and flower buds out front. It didn't bother me one bit.
Just catching up again.
PEACE
Yes
For all that has happpened in your last days!
I always dry some “love in the mist” and study it in the winter, when the garden is just PeaceFully resting
There is a lot to study there, for sure. Time well spent.
This one. A new favorite.
With the first look at it, a too long held breath released…
It feels like Self and Being. Just beautiful.
It feels good, I think about all my focus on selves. Trying to look closer at my sense of self.
Me, too. So many layers to swim through.
It is a huge challenge. I work with it every day .. making peace with pieces .. now re-examining my rules as I work on an “all whites” quilt.
First sunny day in many weeks .. peace of sky.
Love
Peace of sky, nice…
Wonderful wonky nine-patch
Almost wandered off it’s base.
I like the block in the bowl. I like the shape of the center and the strip below that looks kind of like fringe. It creates movement. Maybe not what one would want in an actual log cabin, but absolutely charming here.
Making peace with nothing. Part of me seems to understand fully, but the logical side of my brain doesn’t know what the heck it means. I wonder if that dichotomy is part of the appeal of art.
I think so!
The Moon as a doorway!
Through time!
Jude~ The way things can be too much, then decompose to a more comfortable place. This is good.
After a big, long, not easy week…to look at your bowl and remember a lopsided, antique wooden bowl I had once upon a time, in my early married days…to remember that kind of simple, just think about it, is a way to make peace too.
Yes, simpler times.
I love this old bowl.
Thinking too much here! Storm yesterday was like a tornado … can’t seem to clear my head and just stitch. I’m about ready to live in a cave 😬
yeah shelter from the storm has new meaning.
I love the “decomposed” look of the cabin. Maybe that’s not the right word. But considering composition, can’t we also consider decomposition?
it’s all moving.
“Composing is trying to make peace with something.” I’m gonna thing about that. This square reminds me that composition can also be about trying to break something down. Like an edge. Or a routine.
** think, obviously
yes, good point. thing, ha!
Lots here to think about…sending love. 🙂
walking shoes on, thinking cap too…
The last photo….a dark cloud casting light! I’ll take the light as storms been a sleep buzz for straight nights. Hope your day is easier and light casts over you today. 🌤️
I am lighter
yes. Just
[just} (just is a vast country)
yes.
just exactly this.
yes
The deer live there, too…I’m the same way about wildlife. And Life.
If you can hear the River, Jude, you’re alright.
yeah, life can be simple…