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And now, after a bit of day dreaming, I've taken a new approach to filling the holes along the edge where many of the white triangles have disappeared.I used a lot of vintage cloth there. It melted but that's ok. I learn a lot by watching things melt away. It's a privilege really.
Filling the space with space. Sky like cloth. But Room. Room is the word on my mind. Room to expand maybe. Get beyond just that space. Be filled with less maybe. Room makes things seem like less. Room to see. Windows
To be wrapped in space. Room as shelter. Room is a multilayered word today
Yesterday I eased myself into the New Year. I found a small piece of silk gauze in the scrap basket. A piece I had dyed last year. It is so thin it appears colorless here. I feel the silk has become the main character here. I tried to just let it go. Be. But of course I had to hold it as well. It was slow. I dyed it with walnut and pom and then dipped it in indigo as I recall. It is kind of earth and sky. There is a bigger than normal wishing star in the scheme of things.
Silk like this is not practical for some things. It is so thin it sort of crepes up gives it a nice texture. But it snags easily. It's ok for a small art piece but not a quilt or anything. I had a scarf once, it was beautiful. But it didn't appreciate my rough working hands.
I love how it took on the darkness of the deep indigo base here. How it lets the dark in as well as the light.
Using silk gauze is a bit like watercolor painting.