My response to recent community truth tellings and the resultant supportive growth tendrils pushed me all the way beyond words. Obviously where-ever I was going expressively would be cloth driven. Somewhere around 2 a.m. on Thursday I understood I wanted to make a tribute/protection quilt for the community jude created and has tended in much the same style I tend to my gardens.
I've never wanted to do this before. For one thing - precision and math. Planning that's focused rather than a rough suggestion. For another - I learn best when I incorporate rather than emulating. But for this purpose it doesn't feel like my expressive style serves the purposes. So what's coming to life is a bit sympathetic magic and a little evolutionary cloth/work approach and whole bunches of sympathetic evolution. I don't remember when it was that jude put her stamp on that phrase and its brilliant articulation recurring throughout her work and teaching development.
She sent me this I don't even know how many years ago. It was last resurrected for ongoing contemplation shortly before the shit hit the fan COVID-wise here on the east coast. I thought I would like to make it the center of something bigger and somehow aquamarine-ish.
In this busy multi-plexic portion of the growing season yesterday afternoon was sending me to the big bad tizzy place. I realized cloth work would help slow the revs as well as elevating my perspective of the moment. I sat down with my intentions to just go in the sympathetic evolutionary magic sense - having earlier stolen 10-15 minutes to anchor stitch the green and blue/turquoise fabric to the under-side of jude's corduroy base.
once this was done I sensed the soft collaboration I was seeking. And remain pleased that I gained the most beautifully moody moon circle to dream over.
Next will come a border of small four patches. To adept lovers of small piecework the size will probably feel overblown (1" finished) but for me this level of literally scaling down is an exercise in trust that time and providence can hold the care I'm taking. Last night after I got this far I adjourned to fictionland but not before I located my embroidery hoops with today's stitching time in mind.
Appliqueing the stone into position was so gratifying at a stitch level. Was a little worried I'd cut too scant a turn to prevent the corduroy unraveling but there was no such problem. Later today I may stick it in a hoop and do a little noodling but that could well be a plan to procrastinate marking and cutting the little squares.
slowly but surely I'm coming around to the understanding that neurological abrasions shouldn't keep me from stitching just because I can no longer manage a fine seam. I probably could if I spent more time with it but that's the Catch-22 that this endeavor may help me mend a lot more effectively.