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A New List of Wonders

17 May

What a versatile word–the word “wonder.”  It’s a noun.  A verb.  An adjective as in “wonderful.”  Unable to recall the original 7 wonders, I googled  only to find that the list is not static and there are different categories.  Man-made wonders.  Natural wonders.  Ancient wonders.  Underwater wonders.  Even a category for “Forgotten Wonders.”  And the thing these “lists of wonders” have in common is that they are palpable.  Visual.  Identifiable as a place on this earth.  And surely they are wonder full.  But what about the others?  Those wonders that can only be felt?  Experienced?  Observed?  Wonders not linked to specific place?

So thinking about this, it occurred to me that it would be interesting to compile a new list.  A different kind of list.  A list without parameters of time and place.  A list that embraces the experience of being human–and all that that implies.  So I’m going to start it off with the wonder of  Friendship.

One word that embodies SO much.  Care to add your own?

friendship

 

January Stirrings

23 Jan

There’s a stirring that starts this time of year.  It’s predictable and welcome.  The urge to get ready for . . . .  Some thing.  Planting.  Discovery.  Creating.  Growing. seeds It’s a stirring connected with a visceral need for action.  And except for vegetable/garden plans, everything else that arises during this stirring season is generally  totally UN scripted.  This year the un known becomes a need to organize.  workspaceTo make room for…to utilize space more…to work better with what is, rather than wishing for something else.  In this case, a bigger studio.  What I have is tiny– barely 8 x 10.  workspace 2 And there’s so much Stuff.  Right now it’s all over this tiny house.  Or it was.  Now it’s moving back to its own room and by this evening, when the additional shelves arrive, the table will be totally clear.  A blank palette.  Space.    After storing cloth in plastic bins stacked ceiling-high, it became clear that shelving would be better.  More efficient.   Would allow the cloth to be seen.  And so the first unit of shelving went in quickly and easily and I’m loving the floor space it opened up.  This evening UPS should be delivering two more smaller units.  To house the supplies that are  now stacked on my work table.  Tomorrow morning I think I’ll feel like this–coming out of a long winter’s hibernation:

Emerging

Emerging

And it doesn’t escape me that I actually have More space than many.  And it doesn’t escape me that Space is precious and valuable–to be honored and nurtured.  Moving into the smaller footprint.  Embracing less.

Solstice Drummer–Remembering

3 Jan

The solstice altar cloth became this–a drummer–echoing the remembered beats of the hearts….Solstice Drummer

Solstice Drummer

 from NEWTOWN.   And we listen.

Travelling Home

Travelling Homehonoring more

(Clicking on the images should enlarge them.)

Thoughts on the Bias

7 Dec

Somewhere along this stitching trail I’ve developed the opinion that somehow “slow cloth” is more–what?–authentic? meaning FULL? moving, intense, honest?  And I’m looking at that now because I have no idea where that notion comes from.  Actually I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the polarity of ideas and opinions we all seem to have and promote.  And I’m always amazed that say two people can have diametrically opposed opinions on the same topic and each believe in their heart-of-hearts that THEY are right.  And something has been niggling away at me presenting the notion that perhaps the truth lies outside–or within– this seeming duality of thought.

So what started this off today–I’ve been digging out old pieces from months ago, pieces I clabbered together by the seat of my pants–feeling what I wanted to stitch down but tool-less in a sense.  I painted and dyed fabric to get the colors I was after–with little idea of what I was doing.    I free motion stitched patterns because that’s all I knew in terms of how to sketch image.  I embellished with bead–and some hand stitching only after I saw it executed by Susan Sorrell over in Greenville, SC.   http://www.fibermixedmedia.com/   And some of the work was really o.k.  But lacking in some THING.  And now I’m realizing what that THING is–STORY.

So then I stumbled upon the mother lode of slow cloth as executed by amazing artist’s such as Jude Hill–I thought “yes”  this is what I’m looking for.  This is the way I want to proceed.  This work has guts and blood.  Aha.  And because I loved it so and wanted to grow up to be just like THAT–slow cloth became branded on my heart as THE way to go.   I still feel very much inclined in that direction.

But today I pulled up this piece.  I call it “One World” and it’s been in a drawer for many months.  When I held it and looked carefully, I was surprised.  It feels GOOD.  Resonates with energy and intent even though it’s not slow cloth.  It was executed on a machine using free motion stitching with only a spattering of hand work.  Yet I really like it.  And there IS a story here.  And, again I’m realizing that I don’t have to see through the filter of always “this” OR “that.”  In fact, I can embrace both with equal passion.  And I can continue to notice this dogmatic tendency I have to label things into division.  One world.  Cloth is teaching me THIS.

One World

One World

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