Authenticity and Intention

21 Mar

A weeks ago I challenged myself to create a piece of slow cloth quickly.  Do you see the obvious problem with that?  Quick slow cloth is like army intelligence–oxymoronic.  And so it sat and sat and finally, gradually the pieces auditioning for inclusion were removed.  Stripped down to the bare essential underlying matrix.  This is where it was going but everything felt forced and contrived.  Looking at it now with the advantage of several weeks distancing, I see a bit where it was going.  Could have gone.

But it didn’t happen.  Because the part of my self that pays attention to intention was flashing red warning signs.  There is no picture of the stripped down cloth.  The little “cuties” are in the bucket of scrap cloth.  Why then, this morning, was I called to just revisit the scene?  I don’t know, really, but what happened was not planned and emerged effortlessly, spontaneously and almost in a “meant to be” progression.  This is the beginning.  This might also be where it stops.  But as I was contemplating the pieces I was struck by how this process parallels life.  All the pieces we accumulate.  Hopefully discarding what doesn’t work.  Then regrouping and reassembling.  Paying attention to commonalities.  The intersection of lines.  Lines representing lives.  Events.  One leading into another.  Moving between each element.  Joining paper and cloth.  Both so ephemeral.  So transient.  So destined to only last so long.  But the length of time doesn’t matter, does it?  It is only the authenticity behind intention that prevails.  The doing what feels true.  The listening to that voice which may become faint at times–but will not be silenced.

13 Responses to “Authenticity and Intention”

  1. Anonymous March 21, 2017 at 10:53 am #

    not planned but emerging of its own accord, in its own timing.
    attention to that. yes.

  2. Marti March 21, 2017 at 1:09 pm #

    I so know not letting the silent voice be silent, how even in doubt, it is necessary to pay attention…( I’ve written about this in other places but your words again bring it forth here Patricia):

    After a very difficult summer of worry and sadness re family health, I emerged with some pieces of cloth dyed with Grand kids, etc and tried to put together a cloth collage of this time. Fits and starts, nothing seemed to come together until one day, I realized that this is not what I do. My cloths come from a sense of nature, of the land, of my presence alongside my physical landscapes’, the land speaking to me in quiet and strong ways – this is what I do with cloth. Here I was forcing a reconciliation of some kind, naming the cloth Transitions but I couldn’t work on it. Every time, I pinned a piece or tied to take a stitch, it didn’t feel right…paying attention to that sense of forcing the subject, I put it away in a drawer.

    Many pieces of this cloth were dark colored, walnut, iron dyes, etc. After the Women’s March, the need to take out this cloth and simply hold it in my hands for a while was very strong. As I did, the sense of bringing light back into my days, into this cloth simply took over…garishly dyed onion skin cloths allowed the levity and knowing that was needed to continue with this cloth. As I re-pieced, re-pinned, re-stitched, the name of the cloth became clear- Come Together and I slowly did, re-balancing myself and my days..

    Sometimes it takes that stepping back and listening ; sometimes it takes strength to discard what you are working on and cast assumptions and presumptions aside, allowing the heart to mend, allowing the mind to settle, allowing what truly needs to come forth, simply Arrive..

    • Patricia March 21, 2017 at 5:37 pm #

      Hi Marti–what a pleasure to hear from you. I do hope that all is well and/or resolved with the family health issue. And as you know, i do understand how unsettling that can be. It’s like one’s center of gravity or balance gets flip flopped.

      Come together. Coming Together. Arriving. I will hold these words and the imagery they invoke and gain some sense of courage and steadfastness from them. There is something I’m wanting to say about that–about steadfastness and courage–about community and supporting each other. But whatever it is, the sense of it all have not evolved into words. I would love to hear, truly, how things are in your precious planet place. And sending forth much love your way.

  3. Marti March 21, 2017 at 7:01 pm #

    Thanks for asking Patricia, things are quiet and back on an even keel . My daughter Erika has recovered from a swimming accident that gave her a serious concussion that took many months to heal. Since January, she is back to teaching in a private college. She is an ESL professor..

    We suffered two deaths in our family, my son-in law Adrian’s father Harold and my daughter Shelley’s boyfriend’s father, Matthew in October. Harold lived in England and Matthew in New York.

    Adrian’s Dad Harold was my dearly beloved pen-pal. Harold and I were the chatter boxes in our respective families, communicating every month via emails, snail mail, and the occasional phone call for over 13 years. Many a time through our writings and chats, we figured we solved the problems of the world even though we disagreed just as many times! Jill, Adrian’s mum and Harold’s wife and my husband Rich were the quiet ones but Harold and I made up for it… Jill died several years ago and Harold died this August at the age of 91. I still miss the old dear and always will. He had a wit and sensibility about him as well as a kindness, that is all too rare..

    Life goes on and as always, the bright lights in our lives are our grandchildren who continue to thrive. They will be eight in May and in June, we travel to Colorado for a family vacation with them and their parents, visiting Rocky Mountain National Park for a few days and then they will come here to New Mexico for a few days.

    • Patricia March 23, 2017 at 10:47 am #

      It certainly has been a time of departing for your family and i thank you for sharing all of this with me. so much love in your tribe. so many strong individuals who hold together its fabric. and indeed, the grandchildren. i’ll be thinking of you and their visit with you. sounds wonderful.

  4. Mo Crow March 21, 2017 at 7:10 pm #

    love seeing your work & thought in process

    • Patricia March 23, 2017 at 10:42 am #

      thank ya Mo. you’re heading into fall i think. until i got the eco printing bug i didn’t realize so much eucalyptus grows there. i have a “neglecta” in the ground but it looks dead!

      • Mo Crow March 23, 2017 at 1:46 pm #

        Eucalyptus neglecta is native to the river flats of the Dargo High Plains in the Great Dividing Range of Victoria, to replicate the conditions you will need very free draining soil and regular watering in summer & would enjoy the cold in your winter. Eucalypts are originally from Australia, over 900 species have adapted here to every condition with a few native to the islands just north of the continent
        here’s a link-
        https://www.anbg.gov.au/cpbr/cd-keys/euclid3/euclidsample/html/learn.htm

  5. deemallon March 22, 2017 at 9:31 am #

    love your descriptions. much I recognize about how cloth reflects life. in my experience, sts a piece comes together with a kind of effortless knowing and sometimes it doesn’t. I try not to attach a story to that, in part because the results don’t necessarily reflect how the thing came together. But apropos of the time limit: I once challenged myself to piece a tiny blanket with only the scraps on my floor or table and in a single afternoon. This was after reading that the Gee’s Bend quilters did their cloth work after working 12 hours in the fields. Granted, it was a simple geometric blanket, but it was an interesting exercise (and I loved what came of it).

    • Patricia March 23, 2017 at 10:44 am #

      good to hear from you Dee. off to check out Gee’s Bend quilters!

  6. jude March 26, 2017 at 2:41 pm #

    yes, the journey, it’s a thread.

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