silent sunday - 12/16/12

fragments for chanting

ah! it feels nice to be stitching again. i've pulled together some fragments of linens, silks, and hand block printed cottons together to manifest this little cloth. everything has been tacked down and is now waiting for some serious needle chanting to commence. perhaps even some beadwork will be in order. i'm still listening to its whispers. those organic bits on the sides may become wings. perhaps extend some of the stitching on the silk sleeve hem that cuts across the length of the cloth. some texture will need to be added as well. so many possibilities!

namaste'

snow!

more of the heavy, white stuff came fluttering down with a thud during the night! wish i were stitching by the fire at home instead of at the cottage, but what are ya supposed to do? at least i get to stop from time to time and watch it fall outside the window before continuing on with stitch and cloth...

it is very quiet here tonight. i can almost hear the snowflakes sighing as they reach the ground.

namaste'

time to get back to stitching

that fabrics are piling up and the whispers are beginning to flow once again. time to pull out the needles and start stitching!

namaste'

lest you think my hands are idle...

while i may have not been in a stitching mood these past couple of weeks, my hands have not been idle. i'm learning a new blues piece so there's been the moody tones of metal strings playing counterpoint to the crackling fire. i'll record it soon and post it here.

it's odd how sometimes creativity chooses one channel over another for its preferred expression.

perhaps thread and needle will chant again soon. my fingertips miss the familiar whispering...

namaste'

a little de-grinching on silent sunday

at the hermitage

we got more snow these past couple of days. though i've not been out to look at it much. i seem to have pulled in to some place deep this week. having little interest for anything but sitting by the fire and reading books that i've read a thousand times before.

a plethora of ideas run through my head, hungry for manifestation. but my fingers are interested in little more than the crisp pages of yet another book. it must be a combination of the holiday season where family and friends come into sharp focus while i find myself in this vast wilderness with all of mine living elsewhere, and my finally reducing my work week to a "normal" one, leaving me with four days a week to remember that i  have spent my past several years working every moment of each day, leaving no room to socialize and make new friends. for all the family and friends and good will at this time of year, it can be a very lonely time of year for some.

perhaps i can coax my fingers into partaking of a little needle chanting tonight?

namaste'

fragments of word and cloth

i have a mind to embark upon a new journey. a journey of cloth. and words. i am done with attempting to coerce myself into completing cloths that simply don't have their heart in being completed. that's not to say that they will never find themselves finished. it just means that i am tired of beating myself into submission to try and finish something that isn't ready to complete its cycle of metamorphosis. to this end, i have designated my great-great-uncle's old steam trunk as home for wayward cloths and will continue to visit, live with, and work on (as they allow) on my various creations of cloth and fibre, have pulled my travelling boots on and pointed them in a new direction.

i have an extensive collection of thoughts and words. my own. those of others both known and unknown. while sitting by the fire and allowing my shoulders and neck time to heal this past week, i had a thought or two that ultimately lead me to an idea. one where fragments of word and cloth come together and instill deeper thought by their seemingly incomplete natures.

there have been many whispers bantered about in mind with regards to what will be done with these fragments. incorporate them into something more? or simply allow them to remain in remnant form? i imagine the answers to these whispered wonderings will emerge at a much later time...

in the meantime, the fragments will flow and manifest and simply be allowed to be what they choose to be. transforming a seemingly impossible situation into a very possible one!

namaste'

silent sunday - 12/2/12