Good Morning.
Gosh I have had this cup forever...
This is the first cloth I pulled from the basket.
I did a post here a while back... I think the last time I mentioned it. I myself am going back to remember. I jotted down Nancy's comment. Wild and Worn Sunflower Star. I am going to call it that.
I've not done any plant dyeing here yet. I'm gathering a sense of place and dyeing will help.
Looking back fills me with tomorrows, but also makes me cry.
As always, just going softens the edge.
There will be more going forward, though some of us may be ‘elsewhere’ and the going will be done by those who follow us into eternity.. I began to appreciating textiles, their feel, rather than just a surface to paint on, after years as a scenic artist. Now in my late 70’s, I hope my time here will allow more, now I have discovered stitching/weaving to make more of fabric and images from inside.
Yes, going is is inevitable in some way.
I’m being drawn to paper and weaving bit those go way back. Reconsidering…
Looking at this cloth makes me think of cave paintings.
Marks left so so many years ago. And here you are leaving marks and beeing reminded of times in the past.
I like the “not colorful” of this piece. It gives it a deep feel of what is without beeing distracted by color.
I too have many tears at hand. I think you do when you let yourself feel really deep, which for me is a good thing. Hugs to you
I like that it can be ancient.
Tears can be a deep cleanse when they well up on their own.
There’s something definitely mystical about it. And the title is perfect. Sorry that you’ve been crying, but tears are always just doing their job. At least that’s what I tell myself when it happens. I’m not sure telling oneself that helps, at all, but there it is.
I cry easily, sometimes it is just to feel the flow from inside outward.
With many ups and downs, magic is still happening! As I gaze at this Sunflower star this is part of the magic you are creating and bringing into this world! Absolutely beautiful!!! Thank you for sharing!
I find comfort now in all the unfinished.
I added edge to my “e” list yesterday. 🙂 I really love this one too, just as it is. It’s both compass and flower to me.
That’s beautiful, edge storming is in order!
Jude , sorry to hear looking back makes you cry . The older I get the more looking back fills me with peace . Sending you a big hug ! Dewey
I’ll give it a little more time.
(((Jude))) love this exploration of edginess !
We are always there…
Jude~ It does still look ‘wild and worn’, which is just how I feel this morning (but maybe leaning towards worn). I fell last night…something may be broken in my foot…so, coming here today and seeing that something I said 3 years ago is remembered and matters…well, it made me smile through the pain. Maybe that is a good thing to remember too, to ‘smile through the pain’ when looking back or in the present moment. Big Love to you.
Feeling a bit worn as well, I had recorded your comment on the paper but now I find it the back of my mind as well. Hope your foot is ok. Bones have become so brittle over time, eh?
“As always, just going softens the edge.”
Love this
Maybe edge is a better place to begin
My house is fragrant with steeped walnuts this morning. I was lucky to find a late-dropping batch on the road yesterday when walking with a friend. Old linens are now boiling for immersion in the dye pot, a good project for this sunny day. As I accept the sadness that seems inevitable in a long life, I’m turning more and more to nature and poetry. There’s a lot of solace there.
Yes, I agree.
the tender delicacy of this one grips me, like “a total eclipse of the heart”… the death of what was, becoming a birthplace of the new. interesting that this was the first cloth to emerge from the basket of self. yes to old circles EXPANDING outward in all directions!… x
More circles coming.
Can’t wait to see more of your plant dyed cloth. 💙🤎
Wonderful seeing this cloth again!
I am enjoying the digging
Your cloth is comfort to me and I can get lost in it 💙
I have one cup I’ve used for at least 35 yrs, and I have to remind myself to use my hand made cups by Hamish too! 🤎🤎🤎
💙✌🏼
Yes, that is my favorite for coffee now.
Today I found the way… just looking and seeing, being and perhaps almost underway. I am somewhat a drift, and you always take me forward… I love the sunflower. It brought me joy all fall!
There are so many ways
Yes. A wild and worn Sunflower. Like an aging free thinker! It’s good to be able to look back sometimes. An anchoring of sorts. Some people as they age can’t remember…their anchor, fading. And they are left adrift…that makes me sad.
It depends on the context I think. Try to let it flow.
looking back often makes me cry too. i guess it’s just part of life –and sometimes having un-simple memories.
Sometimes it’s just the sudden time travel
Judy~ “Un-simple” is such a good word 🙂
i love the graphic-ness of this piece; i mean really love it. subtle tones, meaning marks
yes, and it is a drawing!
Blessings of another day Jude,
I’ve been watching your videos on YouTube.
Last night I watched the one where you mentioned copying is not stealing from someone. It put my mind at ease, because I see your stitched creations and I’ve wanted to do one like that, but felt troubled by the idea of copying. Even though I have made several blocks similar to what I’ve seen from you. I have purchased several of your thread crumbs and have started a coverlet/lapquilt inspired by your drawings and stitching.
This piece, wild worn sun flower would make a beautiful center block. When someone asks me where I get my ideas, I give them your name and full credit.
we live in a strange fear of so many things. It is all about context and intention, worth considering further, thank you for your comment.
Velma~ Yes! Graphic-ness!