Some where along the way it became more than what it is commonly defined as. For me.
It is a compositional tool. Commonly used. But for me, the way it began, was as a tendency. And a way to connect.
I made a few notes to myself this morning. Just to remind myself.
Remind myself of how definition comes to be. How redefinition refreshes how we know. What might be. How we might begin to explain how it might happen through redefinition.
My notes included:
How worlds apart might come together.
Alignment is a TENDENCY (related to SENSE)... the strength in that; Good, Bad, or Indifferent.(following)
The root of the word is line. A-line-ment. Often definitions deal with reference to a straight line.
For me, not always a straight line.
For me. A path related to FLOW. A STORY-LINE. A WAY to NEW FORM.
Today I begin a long process of organizing the notes to self in order to better talk abut my wacky theories about composition. I seem to have a tendency to just go but really there is thought behind it. The conversation has often been a silent one with myself. Notes to self are, I realize , often in my own language. I will work on making them easier to understand on a page called SPIRIT CLOTH LANGUAGE which will pop up over at FEEL FREE soon enough.
This nine, The Tendency to Align, is the first piece of the outer ring of the Nest of Days. (...continued from here.)
It will be the Wonder-Ring. A big one to remind me of the need for space. The cloth will grow a lot.
Making room for more wondering. Not too much longer. Just enough to make it a path.
The Nest of Days cloth has been on the wall for a while now. No more rings have been added. It seems to absorb anything I place there. Takes it in. Holds it and says it is OK. Don't think too much. Rest here. The Nest of Days is an embrace.
I have been working on the hundreds of components for the outer ring, using an itajime technique, clamping a cloth sandwich, between two circle shapes, dyed in the indigo vat. Sounds simple, but it does take time. Some are dipped many many times to produce a deep blue. The natural vat takes many many more dips. It has been months and I have accumulated something like 999 heavenly bodies. That' a good number. Ha!
I learned this clamping technique from my friend Glennis who has kindly joined me in Feeling Free, her basic shibori class is listed on Feel Free Under Dyeing which will take you to her blog where the listing is in her sidebar.
I am over-dyeing with indigo here. Continuing to use up some old scraps of self. Give them new life. I talked a bit about over-dyeing here. In case you haven't roamed through my Whispering Color class. During those considerings I also what-iffed a bit with some clamp-less moons.
A predisposition to think, act, or proceed in a particular way.
How Sanity (as I am trying to define it, in small deliberate steps) might in some way be a modification on that.
Anyway, yesterday I got to thinking. While out hacking away at some old root-ball I was trying to remove from the garden. It was such a dense mass beneath the surface. Nothing would grow there. It seemed small initially but as I dug... well it took hours and I ended up with some unidentifiable tangle of plant threads and a Big Hole.
I had a green liquid lunch. Then stitched this.
Another nine. With a black center. A black hole block (component). (What if a black hole could be square?)
This might beNine for the Tendency to be Sucked In. Ha! Yes. (I could make a political comment here. About Her. But I will keep it to myself.)
Now my thoughts turn to concentration. Concentrating thought. Art might be, in some way, related to that that. Simply that. I think.
I used a focal zoom effect on one section (about 30" square) of the perpetual grid cloth (I am working in sections, but more about that later) after adding the black hole block. I like how the black hole became the center and everything else is radiating outward. Here a black hole is something positively negative. And an eye of a storm.