~pause for breathing~

Nope and nope. Cloth, thread, and needles go back into the closet until I'm not faking it. Been down this road (and ruined too many decent starts) to ignore the signs. 

I compulsively over-stitched a passage yesterday morning because "the light was so good" or "I was avoiding responsibilities" or any of a long list of doing something for the wrong reason.

And so I spent a teeth-grinding hour picking out stitches that were put in to STAY, as if this would become a wash-twice-a-week baby blanket. 

If there had been a shredder in the room, it would have been well fed. 

The design was just okay. Rushed the basting just as I predicted I would. There is not enough heart or energy here to keep me in the proper follow-through mode with stitch elements as carefully considered as the shapes and colors of the cloth. I went in Helter Skelter and after this first pass on the light blue, I was lost and floundering. 

 I don't see or find "things" in my work and I'm always surprised when others do. My eyes look for balance, negative spaces, color edge energy, lines, and movement. Just an old-school abstract expressionist still wishing for 10x20 foot canvases. 

It's been like this for a long time. 

Next time I pick up the cloth I will machine piece a few blankets. Be useful like cloth.

For now, I have other things on my mind.

Edits

That's more like it.
 

groping in the cold sunshine

 I'm not sure what's more important to me right now. Balance or impact. 

These pieces were impossibly scrunched up but I didn't want to find the iron. I washed them in the sink and spread them here and there to dry.

The third piece from the top is impossible to photograph. Silk that is opalescent.

Nothing is going to come of this because I was really looking for a ground to stitch some text on. I'm not even sure what text. 

This is not suitable for that so, I'll just leave it there on the wall. See if it has anything else to say in time.

A Wednesday suspended

 

The strong sunlight called me to dig the river basket out of the closet and take a look. See if anything needed needle and thread.

I took a handful of pictures and kept comparing the captures to the real thing before conceding the exceeding blue-ness of my favorites. What was that about at the time?

Anyway, I was about to pull everything out of the basket when the phone rang. 

Shorty and his sore throat needed to be fetched from school. It was a good day to watch a lot of Larva and We Bare Bears. I drew the line at Pinky Malinky. They talk too much. 

I am so glad to be able to do this. 

2.6.22.