a dreamer is one who can only find his way
by moonlight and his punishment is that he
sees the stars before the rest of the world.
i had to venture out into the dark and leave the brilliant snowy landscapes behind for a piece. mind was chaotic. perhaps identifying too closely with the chaos that abounds in this dream/reality. need to refocus. redefine. expand. empty. center.
in keeping with the wardrobe quilting done for the foundation of this cloth (as a result of jude hill's c2c workshop), i began digging through clothes. came up with a wonderful hand batiked pair of rayon lounge pants (not mine, but in my closet...hope whomever has donated them to my art won't be too mad) and a paisley shirt (this time mine from way back). both began whispering before i found them. add to them some old piece of hand dyed cotton from an old dyeing workshop and quilted whole-cloth brown pillow cover. some judicious free hand cutting and this peaceful cloth began to emerge.
not certain i'm totally at one with the composition. it's too...balanced, i think. perhaps some subtraction is in order. it seems a shame to cover the foundation cloth so completely, as well... but i'm happy with it being a gentle secret if need be.
step back. contemplate. play with scraps and pins. walk beneath the moon and wait for the stars to appear...
p.s. shut the door quietly, lest you disturb the sleeping dragon...