Pfffft. No Big Wind really. But Big Rain, 28 hours of it, so far. There was only one sunflower, one biggish one, to survive the deer. She collapsed in the big rain and the only decent wind gust, early on. But here she is this morning. It is still pouring. Yesterday was dark. I needed a lamp to stitch. Just small cloth. Wondering why I just didn’t continue the quilting on Heal. But again I found myself form chasing. Some […]
I placed my Deep Pool of Thought over a Nest of Days so I might Reconsider Freedom. Gee, that’s a mouthful, isn’t it? From the side, Three cloths deep, but many more moments… It became a Medicine wheel Basket. In my mind. Not a shield but a deep pool of holding some sort of personal order. And acceptance. Of what might be but maybe never will be. And I can rest in that, the imagined. The form that arises if […]
My hands, clasped. In case it isn’t immediately obvious. When we get up close, things transform. The change in perspective always interests me. Especially when you seem to lose what you are used to as the big picture. I took this picture to explain the stitches I took (skitch skatch) , this time to integrate the surprising yellow cloth with the silk self base. Whether or not I explain, a form results from what I might be thinking. In this […]
Sometimes new form is difficult. Not the birth of it, I think that just happens. The acceptance of it. That is often blocked by our choosing NOT to show it. I don’t know about you but I can say in all honesty, audience is a factor. Well, after all my years I know in my heart that is probably always true. There is a need to share, but we shape it. So new form is rare. Because it isn’t easy […]
Never be too sure. The ability to change your mind is a never ending opportunity to learn. Especially from each other. Fencing for the garden. That I had decided not to do. For now, I need to stay off my feet. The garden will wait. So I continued stitching this leaf to celebrate growth. And to what I learn at every turn. I had two small slices, not quite halves, of circles leftover from something else… folded the edge of […]
I woke up thinking I don’t know. There wasn’t even any question. And then I put this picture here because I don’t know who or what it is. And it doesn’t matter. First time growing nasturtiums. They like it here. Some leftover moon/eclipse bits. Cobbled together, poof, a leaf. I like how a leaf and an eclipse might work together as a concept. I am not sure how…
I continue with the game of chasing form. Form contains how it happened. I usually say. Form still contains how it happened even if I don’t say. I want to express how personal that is. Finding that thread. Giving form to what arises through thought. Sense. Experience. The transformation that depends on so much that goes beyond technique. It is difficult to share, and then, explain that at the same time. Sometimes when I see the “sameness” across the […]
To become what? What if we just let go? To envision is not really an end. But a way. To keep moving. While I move through this one, with a bit of Liquid Applique, Freedom is resting on Heal. Again, it seems to belong there. I drew some lines. While remembering many Small Journeys that brought me here.