I am playing with an idea about regeneration. Based on wandering.
I have already wandered from seam to torn. From holding together to coming apart.
And here I am explaining again.
The power was out most of the night. This morning, deep fog.
Using each new image as a base, here, maybe, torn as an opportunity for release.
Portals for anything to pass through. I agree with the inhale, exhale comment. I feel that looking at this, too. Lovely, Jude!!
anything, that is so big.
maybe the tear should go all the way through. let me imagine that.
The left one seems very vaginal to me; the right, more aggressive, visceral.
I like these figures and their personalities.
My first impression was the left one is wearing some very cool bell bottom pants.
Charming all.
L0ve.
yeah the placement of the opening seems very much part of the language of the image.
those words… “generate a new image from the old impression”… YESSS!!! and “dancing is drawing”… your words make me FEEL like dancing! they nurture the creative soul in a profound way. that’s what i see in the last pic. a receiving rather than a releasing. thank u, dear jude! x
A two way flow maybe!
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Hey!
These beasts are beautiful and feel really different somehow. I love both iterations, but I am really captivated by the open seams, something really profound there… when the seams are open, the fragility of the cloth is SO clear, just a skin, as we are.
Yes, seams are a big part of cloth language. I love how a ripped seam displays the thread of the cloth and the thread that holds it. These were cut before I thought torn, so more work to depict that…and thoughts of cut as well.
I was first thinking shedding a skin, then opening self, then as you said release. This exploration of torn could go in so many directions.
Yes and I’m in it. Deep…
What we can and do hold! And the one on the right, second photo…self & beast…oh, Oh, OH!!!
Yeah, morphing…!!!
magnificant
was just wandering in the space on your page and you were here.
Oh HO! I love these—love each transition!
This is really cool…I love the idea of release and all the explorations of!
And you draw on cloth–so it’s all ONE.
I love fog.
We’ve had lots of pouring rain all night and now THUNDER!
thare are many steps we don’t always focus on them.
I am seeing the thinking as a drawing now. The lines from brain to hand…
Rain, fog, it is very wet here right now, but it is above freezing!
I get lost looking at those two pieces💙💙💙😶
And I feel like I am finding myself. Lost and found, maybe they are the same thing.
Enjoying watching the transition from paper to fabric. Reminds me the importance of thoughts on paper. My sketchbook is probably lonely and my thoughts are scattered.
many times, my mind is my sketchbook, it feels like that. maybe it has become that over time…
Oh…I love where you wandered this morning, release.
exhale, I think the opening need to be up higher, I keep seeing bell bottoms! ha!
…Bell bottom Blues… ;-D
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“Feel the city breakin’ and everyone shakin’…stayin’ alive.” 🙂 Location of opening, I am thinking of open hearts this morning. That might just be because I’ve got “Stayin’ alive” stuck in my head though…and it’s the pace that CPR should be done at….and I should stop. 🙂
don’t stop, you are a joy keeper!
Stayin’ Alive is good!
🙂 I have to admit to loving a good pun…
..just love her stance…sooo ready ……the funtime begins..
standing can be like dancing.
Love your wanderings. They light up my brain (and heart). Thanks!
How many journeys we take in a day…
Good morining..
The stitching with the addition of flowing fabric..
When I glance at the moon behind the character ..at the elbo.. my eyes
see a moon with down turned eyes , nose and mouth a image of reverence.
Oh, I am going to look again through your eyes…
A new way to look at things – growth.
I want to encourage that, get out of my skin.
Oh yes I see it too, like it is blowing on the flowing fabric.
So many new eyes here today
“torn” as depicted in these images has such visceral meaning in my life … both positive and negative … likewise torn cloth can have two meanings (at least) … clothing inadvertently caught on something sharp and torn … or cloth intentionally torn into strips to become something new when joined with needle and thread
Yes, it rocks both ways doesnt it? I love that form can take on so many stories, depending on who we are.
I love these two torn creatures…what is released by the tearing…
I love Fog, too…
That second one was really a surprise…
Fog is calling…