This will come off the wall today. For growth line stitching. And a sharpie, yes, not romantic, but permanent. I use them. Mostly because I had them and then because they bring out something in me. I have added Tools and Materials to the Glossary so I might talk about what is useful to me, update my approach since it has been so long since I created my first workshop where I talked about all that. Soon, but I am […]
Away we go for a bit. Some visiting, because it is not snowing and warm. OK. A little Nine. One inch squares. Nine as Time passes. Maybe yesterday, today and tomorrow. Maybe a blink of an eye. Here today, gone, well no, maybe transformed tomorrow. Today’s dot is a reminder of fullness. Car travel, dots are small and easy, I can continue. Needle , thread, a few loose scraps. Maybe a pencil and a scrap of paper. Small cloth. Thought […]
Sometimes, 9, Nine, is like a note to self. Most of the time actually. I like to make one a day. Ninedujour Series. They have turned into a way to journal in cloth. I happened upon a box of tiny puzzle pieces, leftover from Small Cloth class, so they have taken smaller form these past days. Today A can be for temporary Alignment. Like this is a temporary page, only the nine will actually hold together. For a while at […]
This is Chip. Dale is off scouting for the last of the chickpeas. I suppose today, I will make the sign. Welcome to the Chipmunk Garden. Settle into how it will be here. Here are 9 Magnolia petals, at various stages of change. The blossoms were short lived but I remember them clearly. With joy.
Mantra Sanskrit Derived from the word think. Thought catching then. Repeating the sense of this floating through time. Maybe at least 9 times. This one, time is more obviously not standing still. And perhaps the nine, more obviously a kind of personal logic, to hold something. I am not a Buddhist. I am trying to remind myself. about Just Going. Maybe I am a NINE-ist. Clever,,, but really, I don’t like to call myself anything. Labels divide us.
Hello. Pinhead. How I feel sometimes when I cannot understand. It is raining a lot and nothing is leaking. And there are gutters, leading the water to the garden. I need to rig up a rain barrel as well. A dark day yet light enough for stitching, reading, drawing, even growing. We will paint the ceiling white. This weekend. I think we can sleep out here now. There are 3 large skylights. Enough light on the darkest of days, not […]