evidence of a hare-eating wild snail
|still lots to do here (sigh) feel kind of stuck|
I got impatient: after three weeks of solar-dyeing I unfolded the three strips of fabric, that held the rose petals and stems I brought back with us from Morocco (a farewell token on our last evening in the resort, so instead of chucking the roses in the bin where I imagine most of them ended up, I wrapped mine in a tissue and they traveled back home in my toilet bag); the rose petals were frozen before being wrapped in the cotton: India Flint's ice-flower technique. The blues in the middle piece are from the stems and leaves, there was nothing else in the water apart from the elastic bands holding the bundle together (or if there was I cannot remember) all fabrics were soy-mordanted
growing and already so elegant, I love his shiny black fur; he is a curious dog, playful and very cuddly
another good result from the solar dyes: a strip of coin clamped moons, again started off with cold water and here of course the metal of the coins and the clamp produce colour together with time; I might have added old tea or an avocado peel to the water, again I forget, ugh the dyeing process is an intuitive thing for me, rather than an organised pursuit...I do like that about India Flint's book (not that her work isn't organised, structured and far better researched! but it has an amazing intuitive quality to it as well, an openness to all kinds of experiments)
the photo's below were added after having read and commented on Marti's and Grace's comments
I saw the puddle, clear water, why did I notice? and then decide to take a picture, from being stuck I became unstuck on this walk; vague ideas of what I wanted to do became distinct images and I could suddenly see where I was heading, Grace.......
I stood at a particular point where I often just stop and look at the fields; this evening I took 4 photo's: of the fields to the north, the path facing west and east and the bridge, which takes me across a 'vliet' back into the trees, along another route back home - I like to imagine I was standing there as Marti placed her comment
And Django, his shiny black coat against the green grass, a "riff" of color and joy to brighten up the day.
with so MUCH
and there , in the oh so FULL
studio, the words
"feel kind of stuck"
there was such a flood of the
familiar. i have had to look again and again at the whole post and again and again at those words.
How that happens...the appearance of the stuckness...
long long ago i might have looked for a new "love interest", maybe even a new lover. then years going by, it might be a whole new area of learning, midwifery or something, years more, stretching what i'd learned so far into teaching it somehow, years more going inward and Buddhism, years more, well, More. Pulling it, shaping it different. but it was that small feeling of stuckness that was at the beginning of it, always.
Recently, i began looking online at sources for Cray Pas....and
suddenly knew. it was the stuckness again.
am looking at the phenomenon of Stuckness without mercy right now.
thank you for this post that added some light....
it is weird, because your comment and Marti's echo my walk in the woods, i will post the pics
I stitch outside mostly in the early morning and I stitch sitting on my bed and in my comfy chair in our living room. One corner of the bedroom floor holds my dyed cloth in a large basket. The recycled thrift store cloth waiting to be dyed is stored in a bottom dresser drawer alongside a very small round wooden box that holds my stitching supplies. I do not have lots of cloth nor do I have lots of thread but it always seems to be enough. So it is easy to not be too concerned when inspiration does not come because I don't have a big space to begin with!
I work so narrowly,nothing but plant materials or bark or rust bits, bundled, dyed, sometimes steamed, mostly solar dyed, dried on the line, stitched into my wall collages. Sometimes a vision comes immediately to me and the cloths are barely dried before I begin stitching. Other times the cloths sit in the basket.
So the DOING comes easily at times and other times, it takes some time but through it all, I like knowing that the cloths are resting in the basket, getting ready to tell me a story. Sometimes I take them out and fan them out all over the bed, airing them out, letting them know that I am waiting and so stuck hasn't really come back since I first realized that I could do something with these cloths from the land besides just dyeing them.
Ha Marti, not having a studio, where would all the beings go?? In fact a lot, if not most of my stitching is done in other places than the studio and the dyeing's done outdoors as well, so why the studio: 'cos it's there and also it's good to have this room for self and all my clutter, the dog on my days at home and as a place where my friends and I can get together and experiment...or just sit and drink tea when it's cold and raining outside, ah what would I do without it??
the being stuck's a useful phase, I think I need it to gather thoughts and review what I have done and where to next??
Patty: apologies!! I inadvertently deleted your comment as I was trying to click away a small screen whilst opening my comments page, I do apologize and thank you for your kind words!!