windthread

something i'd not expected.   it seems as if watching this large cloth,   i am somehow  very easily imagining small cloths.     maybe because the large one will be a   ummm,  collection of images?   and maybe because i have been rooting around to find those ever so small scraps that i could never have used before;  this cloth is perfect for them.  and they are all so different.  so…the Room is full of Maybe for two days

and i am looking at things with new eyes.  this shirt for instance.  from the thrift shop, mens department.  i couldn't tell you why i brought it home.  it is the most GLARING orange…ack!, but something about the flowers in spite of the orange

and then, i remembered this morning to check out the "wrong side"
which is     beauty Full.   and then getting happy with that,  i re-looked, and even the right side of the flowers are beautiful on the large cloth! 

and then..in the midst of it all,  i began working on Acey's Rooster Flower.  and this is most amazing of all.  having pulled out such an array of scraps,  suddenly,  the possibilities for this small cloth become Huge!  and i find myself pinning then changing, pinning then changing on and on until i arrive at this  

which is so completely different than anything i've done before.   the choices of the little pieces Do represent certain things  [her essence bowl, the pond of the frog nation and its eggs,  the highest hilltop…….and then i searched to find the brass key hole]  but just the same,  the combination is very very different.

so..happenings.  coming of their own accord.   

 

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counting down again.         and having looked this extra time at these pieces of cloth on the wall,  not finding any changes to make….at least i think so….decided to take it down and baste the central pieces down so that it can be put up on the wall and taken down to work on without all the pins.   did i say this already?,  last week when at the ReStore, the Habitat for Humanity resale store of all stuff imaginable in Albuquerque, i got a perfect door to set on the table in the Room.  it's clean, new, unpainted, and best of all hollow, so light weight.  if it turns out that i actually might want to EAT on the table,  that can happen.    so…the lighting, hence, color of these pics is not all that correct but here we are.

and again…need to say that it is Jude's lizard cloth at the top,  the gift from her when i was struggling in the Patchwork Beasts workshop.  it will remain at the top of this cloth that i am thinking of as the Cape of What's Next cloth.  

and then,  these are the side panels to this central piece.   am thinking to keep them seperate  to make it easier to work on.  maybe. 

today, two days in the middle, and then                           ~Friday~ 
 
 

 

what if i "decided" that my context as a person, as a human being,   now           is/could be?

buddhism and cloth

is this  possible ?  what exactly do i mean by this?  
 

through the screen door

 

i found these two shreds on the floor….they had been layered together, but had separated and twisted.    a butterfly!, i thought….and remembered the little fragment/wisp star Jude showed us in Sun Moon Stars.   so it was really just the butterfly i wanted to make, but it was pretty much just threads all coming loose so needed a place to be sewn to.    am not sure what my point is here, yet.  maybe i don't have one.  but just wanted to remember this moment, how it happened.

 

so.

context.

what does this word/concept/wordconcept                 mean?

context is about: weaving together of words         coherence

i think about context with my Alzheimer's B.  she has no ability to touch into context anymore, so her thoughts float….adrift.  sometimes just a word.          i am familiar with her context and almost always can guess, and guess correctly.  it helps a lot.  cause otherwise, there would be just this drift when you are not IN it, might appear to be kinda appealing, but when it's all you have… is stressfull.

so.  context.         Thunder Man still a maybe, tho now just a maybe, but still….best to turn off the computer.

 

 
 

so far i have been preoccupied with color and shape in the last while.   and suddenly,  with the  occurance of this little eye experiment,  i am thinking about

context

there were a few different takes on what this might represent in its original form yesterday when i began it.    actually, when i placed the orange and yellow fragments over the eye,  my first thought was that i would make a flower energy….and as i typed those words, i thought….of course.  i am using a Flower Essence.   smile.   but then,  when it appeared to many to be a rooster, i paused.   how interesting, and yes, i could see that, but no.  it wasn't and i didn't want to be stitching a rooster, so…what to do?   the first thought was to just set it aside.  begin from the beginning with a different eye and try to understand what causes the interpretation of  "flower"  instead of rooster.  a challenge.    but somehow, this particular cloth with the flowerrooster wanted to continue.   so here we are so far.  i don't know what will be translated by the wonderful variety of Us,  but it had become  an image of some kind of   "Sun love",  whatever that means to me.

and then i began putting different bits of cloth with it.  under the eye, around it, as a background,  and i am now wondering about     context.   how will  it change with different  context.    and also,  would i want to  leave it kind of open to interpretation ?   it made me think of the devas  they talk about at Findhorn.  maybe it's a garden diva to somebody?  isn't that a good thing?   do i need  "you"  to see what i see?   hmmmm.

 

 

 

"Showing up….acknowledging the moment as it is rather than preoccupation, denial, or avoidance related to whatever we might prefer the moment to be….and Staying present."    Acey

the most perfectly perfect choice of and then arrangement of words.  perfect.  yes.  in the most absolute sense.  yes.
and the gift of what is for me, a completely perfect morning.  already 80 at 8am, some wind.  the kind of wind that makes sound.

and still looking.   at color.   at my seemingly undeniable love for these same dark kinds of colors.  thinking if that is an ok thing??? or should i expand this lifelong propensity.  i don't know.

and what do we have here, i'm wondering……….