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Things are stacking up Again...I'll be dropping a few things in the shop here and there. I do not take reservations or commissions. Supplies are sold separately through the Threadcrumbs Shop. Link up top.
Because one of a kind has always been how it is for me.
My original internet name was onebyjude. Before spiritcloth.
It was about handmade I guess. Not factory made. But also originality. In a softer way. Maybe the celebration of what moves through meus. How special that is.
Anyway, I rarely try to duplicate anything.
Handmade kind of insures that. Variation. Imperfection. Slow evolution. But not duplication. Sometimes I go with a thought more than one time though. I sort of copy myself. But not copy, continue. To witness evolution in my own path. To remind myself not to stand still. Of the opportunity to build on what went before. To feel the flow.
Note to self: Sharing thought, through teaching, is a way to expand it. Sympathetic evolution is not duplication. It is design mending when we feel free.
Two. Two bases. Again, but not really. The base process is simply that. Creating a foundation for thoughts and experiments. These are small but I bet I can cram a lot of small journeys into them. I suppose a lot of you have been through the Base Lesson over at Spirit Cloth 101. So I am doing the same thing really, here. Starting something. I added a bit of thin cloth. Harem cloth in this case. Because I have some here. I have a lot of it. And I don't think I need all of it. So maybe I can share some of it over at ThreadCrumbs in small bits as a free addition to some of the component packs. Just big enough for a little something. You only need a bit. No sense in buying a whole bunch of it before you try it. I've put a link to it in the resource list anyway. Up to you. I try to get away from more stuff. Hence the stray bits approach.
This is a patchwork base. Put together rather freely. Maybe I will make a few more using other methods. See how that leads me in other directions. I have already pinned these to the thin cloth. To begin to give the base some weightless substance. I switched to safety pins this last year, I stuck myself too many times. Besides I like the idea of safety. The holding. My next step is the glue stitch (the invisible baste).
A few things about Three. On the second base I stuck with the Three groups of Three. Across. I also used Three larger elements in the center vertically. To balance the horizontal flow I guess. But also to accentuate that in between standing thing. Which happened yesterday. I also added a new star idea. That square format that comes from patchwork. The one I like to call the wishing star. Simple. A square. I had dyed one before the vat expired. I used a couple of small square ceramic tiles, left over from redoing the bathroom, for the resist.
Again, just a simple walking stitch. It's path leaving a shaped trail. There could even be a story there. Later.
I dyed 3 more. To play with.
Couldn't stop one of them from beginning a spin.
There are many ways to make shapes on cloth. I've been dyeing. But while I wait for a new vat to ripen, I'll try a few more ways. One at a time.
And the last of the home gown indigo. Because the deer ate the last clump. Before it bloomed. No seeds. They ate the daisies too. Before they opened. That's it. The last garden. The planted kind.
I'm not exhausted, just Tired. Tired of dark days. But let's not dwell on that. Mom's words, don't dwell on that.
Ok. I noticed again the seasonal deck shibori. I closed my eyes and said across moons quietly to myself.
Consider how one thing becomes another.
And so with the last dips, that always work themselves more towards turquoise, I began to consider how one thing might become another. The indigo over rust. Moonish, but a bit like a world. And then I thought about worlds apart. Focused on the space between worlds. But then the line emerged on the fold that seemed to highlight the in between. And then, all the while trying to engineer a blurred edge. To soften the difference between what is and what isn't which always encourages what might become...I returned to some old considering of wings, how becoming is about living in between. Embracing not this or that but reaching outward in all directions blurring the edges of that and just going.
On thing might become another if there is enough time.
Vibrating outward is life.
SunMoonStars is a home base for witnessing change.
If we have enough time will SunMoonStars become anything. Everything?
Is focus really limited to itself, or just an anchor to the that which moves through us?
Can focus add the not just going to the just going. Intention?
Here. I like that the stitch seems to hold such intention. Running walking straight through it. Standing there.
I stitched by the window. The stitches and the seam, not perfect. But a seam all the same. My little solar system holds together. Just fine. The shifted grid works well for me, like the shift in season. I like the order of the grid within the little cloth, dividing space makes it easier to understand, while the unevenness of the open edge gives room for the unexpected. Unknown. And acceptance. The sun popped out just then. Just for a moment. Smile.
Note to self: An idea is a light bulbSUNNY moment.
I also flipped the rows of components around from the original drawing. I thought it might be more logical making the moon row closer to the bottom, the suns in the center and the stars far off, up top. I like to use familiar logic in arranging things, even if it is a sort of make believe story. I think this satisfies some natural order in our thoughts, drawing you in to even the wildest of dreams. A kind of truth as a base. Cloth can be like a world.
So now I have these, having started where I am. And that is enough for today.
There is much info out there about shibori and indigo dyeing. I might suggest Glennis Dolce as a source for the basics. Her classes are a good start. And she is there, with kind and generous help if you get confused. She is a great resource. And she is on my list of friends as well. She is listed at Feel Free where she has joined me in offering her basic shibori techniques class for free. Asking only that you might consider a donation. I started with this class.
Note to self: Good and open teaching is also a base.
So here is the beginning as it was, oh ha, as it was in the beginning...
I want to work slowly this time. It is almost funny to look back like this, not at the class itself, but back in time, how it all was when I was doing this. So much has changed. But the content still stirs me and reinforces the idea of the multiple ways we always have, to just go. The kind Man here was doing the videos back then. He spent so much time for me. Learning and doing. (Even creating music) So I could imagine all this. And just kind of go. I learned through watching him, to do it myself. But really he loves the technology thing as much as I love cloth. He has more patience and love for all that. He stayed up all night making that feather move across the screen, because I said What If?
So slower. There are 29 lesson (not really that) posts in the original class. It was really about a post a day for a month. More or less real time. I want to take each one. Post again, reconsider, rework, expand. Make some new work along side the old. Change my mind. Direction, maybe. Explain more. Connect dots past and present. Maybe a week or two between the original posts. With all the other stuff presented in between. Let each bit of it become more. Because thought is not a thing. It is a process.
The journal pictures from the original post were saved in a smaller format and do not expand when clicked. The big ones are on an external drive somewhere. Instead of trying to find them, I think I will find the original scraps of paper. Or redraw them, rethink them. Add them to my Loose Page thing.
I've already got my eye on that stray beast below the sun moon stars. But I am going to start with Nine. Just that.
Space is Place. Place is context. Context is setting. Story changes with context. Story is a kind of PlaceKeeping. Start where you are. SomeWhere. Where is like a place and a question at the same time.
It is very dark. No Sun. For days, and days to come. This shifts my sleep cycle, since the sun is my alarm clock. I woke up late. Too late for my comfort.
I am sitting here doing some last minute gathering before I begin digging in and republishing the lesson (not really that in any traditional way) pages from the original class. As I begin that process, there will be more space between class posts. The old class has a lot of audio to be converted. It takes time. Time I am taking because it needs to be done and all of this is good motivation for that. I have not reworked my way through the old material. I want it to be new to me again as I go. Just to clearly see and compare it all to what I might think now using the same focus.
My motto as it has evolved: Be Prepared to be Unprepared.
Photos. I have a lot of them. They are untamed loose pages. All over the computer and many more on an external hard drive. Too many. Know what I mean?
Obviously, the Sun has always been there. And mostly in the center. And it is right? Even if it sometimes feels like it isn't.
Note to self: Be like the Sun.
This is just a collage of photos that I pulled off the blog. It was fairly easy to find them because I tagged them suns for the categories. I am glad I have used that tool here, extensively, because the blog is so big. Some cloths here were from the first class, some not. Some sold, some gifted, some still here. But even the ones that flew away, they are still here too. Because of the photos.
I'll re-organize my SunMoonStars photos today. Just that. I use Google's Picasa to manage photos. There are a lot of tools out there. I have used this one for a long time. It's free and I like its simple editing tools and its logic. Applying tags to the photos allows me to create albums and then collages by subject.
I remember when there was no computer, no digital photos. I used to page through magazines, National Geographic. Clip and snip and make a focused scrapbook. Remember those days?
Actually mine was (is) a scrap-pile. Old loose habits. And instant refocus. Just slower.
Yes, I think there are a few piles left somewhere. This old house is a scrap pile. Maybe I will take y'all up on a tour of the cloth loft. Gathering materials, another small journey ahead.