How humid is it?
Well yesterday the sun came out for a while. And so did I. It's been hard to be outside. I spent a little while preparing the base circles for the round wood stacking. But I left the wood covered because they predicted storm overnight and into the morning.
I went to check the feeders. This humid.
I woke up to violent thunderstorms. 5 AM. Raining so hard I can't even find words for it.
Some stormy wishing, coffee...
Still raining. Soul-o hiding under my chair. This is market morning but I am not driving in this.
And just some building exercises because there are always puzzle pieces here. I see everything as a puzzle piece these days. Loose is good. I have been doing this a lot Looking at drawn thoughts and stitched thoughts together. Mixing it up, letting them touch, influence each other. Each medium allows different ways of expression. This kind of thing expands my image building possibilities. Every small connection brings story. Cloth could become paper, paper could become cloth. Old stories combine, become new. Sometimes just for looking. Sometimes it sticks.
I have to admit there is a lot more looking than sticking. But the looking is always there in the thoughts that spring forth and take form.
Here, some old dot, some old doodle. A few loose patches. Thought taking form.
Bonjour, je suis curieuse, pour quel type d’oiseau mettez vous des graines germées ? Est ce que les oiseaux en France aimeraient ? Merci
Bonjour Anne,
Jude parle de l’humidité qui a causé la germination des graines qu’elle met à disposition des oiseaux. Remarquable, n’est-ce pas?
Belle journée à toi.
Hilde
thank you for your answer in French!
Love the shapes and mixing of your thoughts. The reminder to play. And that feeder! What a surprise for the birds!
It’s been a weird year for humidity, in your neck of the woods and in mine. I’m glad that things have survived as well as they have. Weaving is a great way through it.
The earth will adapt, we humans face great challenge.
This humid. Scroll down to photo. I burst out laughing and had to show my husband your photo , never have I seen anything like that.
I really did laugh out loud…
Love that you doodle your thoughts and they can be stitched together into story later!
Reconsidering adds another layer of richness to thought.
I need to start playing with my scraps this way. Loving your puzzle pieces. We got a sprinkling of rain for the first time in more than 2 months this morning. Everything is dead. There is no green grass for miles around. Only the weeds manage to grow in over 100 degree weather without rain.
The randomness is very relaxing but keeps you imagination on edge.
Last year it was dry here. This year things are rotting from the wetness.
microgreens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Too bad ther is birdshit in them…😂
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Is that circle woven in situ, or placed there….
Swoon!! 😍
Oh yeah, sprouting bird seed, happens here too…
( my hens would be all over that!)
Hope the crazy weather gives ya a break soon!
I am DO waiting for Autumn…heck! I’ll take winter at this point!!
Hah
Woven right in… there is a link in the bottom of the post…https://clothwhispering.com/2023/06/10/hey-ho-go-go-go/
Oh! Ahhhh!! 😍
Puzzles are so fun!
Excavating, discovering, connecting , fitting, slowing, patience, revealing, making visible, the hidden story.
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that’s life really…
I love the woven dot, I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with some scraps I have.
so many things grow from too much scrap!
Wow that’s a lot of seed sprouts!
I like the your small pieces with your special black and white stitching!
Hilarious right?
I love the black and white, perks me up every time. A personal mediation.
Wow, I’ve never seen bird seed sprout…mold yes, but not sprout! Your words made me smile, sometimes words become cloth. 🙂
Yeah me either. It is so wet here. The suet molded.
Anything can become anything. It’s great!
Philosophical textiling.
Yup. Good morning, Jude! We are hoping to get measurable rain here tomorrow. Always tomorrow…
It’s ridiculous here. And there. And everywhere. But it’s what we got I guess.
Hello. I wanted to know where you lived…near or far from me in France…far I fear because I would very much want to see your work for real…
Helene
New York, USA. Far!🙃