I love early morning, especially right before sunrise.
Welcome to my blurry world. Some seek clarity, I've settled into blur-ity.
I love the dark and liquid photos I get in low light without trying too hard to change that. How they seem like paintings.
The cloth I call Nine For Peace has become the backdrop for Stray Selves as they emerge. This encourages me to give them form, simply by considering while walking by. I want to release them into form. And this is a place for that. Peaceful evolution. Composition.
Nine For Peace is pinned to Spin. Spin has a different kind of chaotic order. Most of December's strays went into the shop. I am left with these...
I caught a glimpse of Her, She, this morning...
She, the Mother Stray. She is a reminder. I'll have to take everything down to work on her. Find another home for peace for a while.
Just realizing that this exercise in Stray Selves, it makes the chaos work. It makes it ok to be all over the place.
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Your Peace seems so right for the middle of winter.
I find myself letting go of many things now; I think it is old age; I remember my father doing that too.
it takes time to know what you don’t need.
I think fabric is the same as marble or clay. The material will tell you what it wants to be. I like the blur-ity. That’s probably closer to reality than clarity.
I have often used the words cloth is like clay, because it is fluid and moves in my hands. I am not sure the materials speak to me but I kind of feel that understanding their nature helps me understand what is possible in terms of my own nature.
….”Blur-ity “….chaos…it all just exists, doesn’t it. Some days are one way, some days another…and yet other days, something altogether new. Lucky to keep going.
Clarity is the illusion.
I wish I could be a before dawn riser, but that only seems to happen when I go off to teach far away… otherwise, when I follow my own rhythm, I’m up late and rise late.
Releasing the Stray Selves to the world is good medicine, they hold something powerful, I think.
ha, you and the man here, sometimes we just pass in the hallway, rising and sleeping.
Good medicine is a great goal, isn’t it?
I love that your stitching may be “all over the place”….when I learned from you that it evolves…it opened a whole new world for my embroidering!
so much trying to exit from the limits of time lately, settling into the time it may take…
Mother Stray…those eyes. She is beautiful. I like that you are releasing them into form. Like a sculptor with stone…only softer.
so many moments escape without form, I suppose I am just curious. To see.
Ditto to Nancy’s comment.
How dull Life would be without our stray selves:)
Waiting to see Mother Stray emerging further ,into form and field.
So perfect your term..Blur-ity :)… it’s one of my favourite spaces to be in..quite restful often enough amidst it’s movement.:)
it’s a lot about how one thing might become another… the comfort in that
I love the evolution…the happening, the becoming…or not.
One day last week, I was tidying up some cloth and there’s a basket of unfinished cloths and a visiting friend said, ” you need to finish those!”
And I replied, yes…maybe, or not
The only “need” is to create, to push the needle thru the cloth, one stitch at a time, one thought at a time, one seed, one action, until my Cloth Self is complete.
(Or not!)
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Ah, it’s just the poetry of process…
The process is everything 😊
I really believe that everything we make is part of a whole…maybe one that we don’t ever really see.
Maybe because it never ends…
Just like life, we can calm the chaos when we come together.
Those were perfect words
I like your kind of cloth chaos! 💙🕊️
I’m floating in it.