May or an Impression of May… in early morning light. Over a cloth called Heal. How one just fits to the other. How one thing becomes another through pairing. Pairings. Each giving something to New Form. I know it is spring, I have my first poison ivy. And today I consider more seriously leaving the metaverse, a big step to somewhere else. It is warm and sunny and I am going outside to plant more morning glories. Maybe build a […]
Yesterday I made a new path. Through the wild growth and through my tangled mind. I noticed the Japanese Maple is turning. Today there is a soft drizzle. Dark but light enough to sit near the big window and stitch on Heal. I added this final patch. I will quilt this now. Until it seems like enough. I’ll try anyway. I’ll be back when I get there.
Early this morning. A photo. Just finished stitching the last square. New seasons are upon us. I wonder how they will become for us. Heal. A quilt on the wall is one thing, but up close you are in it somehow. And that is what it is for. How joyously soft this seems to me now, like once upon a time when nine was not even a memory. A field of loose puzzle pieces. Once upon a time when there […]
Just Nine 3″ squares. Because I spent most of rainy yesterday replenishing my basket of puzzle pieces. I do this mostly when I feel puzzled. No plan really. Just the potential for a solution. Maybe just a nine patch. And then, I pressed them to a big cloth, Heal, just to look at them. You know how cloth sticks to cloth sometimes, like a felt board. I liked them there and now they are pinned. Because they started to fall […]
What a common thing to say, but now I catch myself, how untrue. What’s done is done? Not. Nothing is done, only paused but then not even that. It’s all just going. The things we might casually tell our children might be so misleading. Reconsider. I placed it, Everything is So Fragile, over Heal, which has become almost a regular ceremony for the unfinished lately… now thinking healing is never finished. And then over something else, just to give it […]
There was a storm. A small branch fell from an overhead tree to the deck below. The young morning glory, previously supported by a wooden skewer was hanging down, knocked over by the heavy rain. I stuck the branch into the soil, for it to lean on, before going to bed. In the morning, this. I really like looking at Freedom over Heal. And how it seems to have become some sort of personal medicine wheel. It seems as wet […]
And so it comes to pass…the process and resulting language system begins to ring true. The Extended Nine Patch here emerged through process of combining selves.. A cloth I am calling The Spirit Of Becoming pinned over a big cloth I call Heal. I continue here, building, because I need evidence. Even if it never proves anything to anyone else. Anyway, today’s unedited (always) stream of consciousness: composing