So it looks like another 2-4" of rain are possible as the next storm moves in, it just started raining. But all the chores are done.
We'd certainly be floating if we didn't live in this house on higher ground. Still, I feel like building an ark.
It is an indoor day. Weekend. Soul-0 has claimed the cloth I call Grow for now. I will let them rest.
And speaking of floating, I looked up and realized that composition is often a lot about floating, and I never really considered it much more than in passing. I have certainly used it in story telling, but as a compositional element, not that much , consciously.
I'll think about it a bit, it's gonna be a long dark weekend. And I am so in between this and that, which is a kind of floating I guess. And maybe that is all there is.
Still working on this painting from last year. Or was it longer? It came back to me, the paper working, the sense of the time it takes to build an image, at least the time it takes me.
Have a good weekend.
Hope this doesn’t seem presumptuous, but would the nine patch over the fog house work better if the nine patch were flipped so the foggy brownish squares were over the house, the fog thinning in the next set of squares, then clearing at the top?
Not at all, you are thinking!…let’s consider that…I can flip what’s here or even make another 9 that works better with your concept.
Your watercolor piece is brilliant Jude! And the thought inside the card delicious!
Except I can’t spell!!!😂
High ground may be somewhat of a life preserver. An assistant to floating.
I like that!
Stay dry and happy stitching or painting 💙✌🏼
maybe I will learn to spell.
Oooh that small woven bit…and that card!! Love.
Love back
just checking in, this is beautiful
hey, crazy weather eh? 85 here yesterday… here we are just going.
I have learned to trust the fearlessness in floating from you.
This is very nice to hear!
i sooooo love your weaving into the cloth. now thinking about weaving into my weaving… also how the varied placement of each moon within its patch creates strong movement. my eye dances like a pinball…
weaving is creeping back in…
I wanna swim in those thoughts…get the tea kettle and soup on…🍁☔
done
Love your deep pool of thought. 🙂
And the cloth named that, waiting for so long… I love it in the back of my mind…