For all those subscribed to Small Journeys, I am taking a break from the series for the month of April to finish the first cloth for the Magic Feather Project which I will blog about here on the main blog... I am also in the process of rebuilding links in my sidebar. Thank you for your patience.
After summer like days it is colder. 48 this morning, it will barely get to 60 today. It's way cold for May, especially at night. The garden is slow. But it's ok. I can just put a sweater on. The caterpillars that have already begun on the oak leaves, cold slows them and sometimes stops them. So ok. Good.
The man and the beast are sleeping in. Not me. Up at 4. I have things I want to do and I am going to do them.
Yesterday, I posted this on Instagram. How the light painted the wall. To look like cloth. I love this. How it happened. How I noticed and caught it. Because now it is gone.
Because I decided it might be that for a while. Again.
Today I squared the basket. In some simple exercise. To see what I had previously imagined. I'd been thinking about that. I played around with a new patching technique. All the while thinking about the way things form. Rather than wallowing in confusion, how being able to understand that is helping me develop my means of expression. How I have become driven by that.
Technique is important in expression. So is idea. So often they are separated. One given more value than another. Sometimes though it is important to understand them as equal components of personal style. How one supports another.
There have been so many discussions about the relationship between these things. For me they carry the same weight. Every technique started out as an idea. No idea will live to be shared with out a path to execution. In my mind it is a simple math.
technique + idea = form
evolution of technique + evolution of idea = new form, eventually.
Process is evolution.
Sharing process insures the survival of form
which in itself is the essence of thought.
Anyway, the basket self is enjoying this squaring, For now, a new form to play with. While thoughts about sharing brew.
As I continue with the path sections, I begin to use some very old green velvet to fill some gaps. The same velvet I used here. At the beginning of all this. The cloth is from Mom's old velvet jacket. She loved moss green. I sit here and realize how long some of these scraps of cloth have been with me. How many small journeys they have taken. We have taken. We have grown old together.
I have finished placing the stones on 2 panels. The sections measure about 9 x 21. For no particular reason except they feel about right. They might be tied together. Or not. I think there will be about 6. Guessing. Like guessing the number of jelly beans in a jar...how many stones are in the basket?