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Lost in Stitches

Lost in Stitches of every kind.

Knitting.  I have found my complete love of this craft again.  Not just in the mindless, habit formed repetitive actions, but the absolute joy of yarns, colours, and the slow making of stitches, one by one.  Combinations of colours or textures.  What can be achieved by two sticks and some lovely string.  Slow production made by repeating methodologies stitch by stitch.  Sensuous pleasure induced by making.  The shawl is made with my handspun and hand dyed fibre.

Sewing.  Autobiographical recordings of daily walks.  Again, the step by step repetition of a meditative action keeping pace with my steps and thoughts.  This series of textile recordings have become something of their own thing,  I simply have become the tool of their making.  I am fasinated to see the years work as a whole.  Currently I am working on number 46, so my year is almost up.  What then?

Somerset beaches?

Stitch.  Ummmmm……. Beautiful, elegant, bouncy, challenging, noisy, affectionate, and so on.  Equally driving me loopy and filling me with love.  Stitch is firing on ALL cylinders.  She is growing at a phenomenal rate.  When I bought her collar, I gave it 6 months.  Well lets just say that it possibly has just 2 weeks left.  Her age?  Oh, just 14 weeks yesterday!

We took a trip to Kilve.  Kilve is an absolute favorite place of mine.

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Eyes Open and Opinions Forming

Our puppies are now 2 weeks and are opening their eyes.  They are sort of mobile in a rather drunken kind of way.  They are talking and voicing opinions too.  They are growing so fast and are incredibly strong.

One little chap has a name, Merlin.  He has chosen himself a lady to be much loved by.  He is a lucky little chap being much adored already!

Moving briefly aside from puppies………….

My meditation pieces, of which I create one a week, are now numbering 34.  This is a year long project for me to experiment with mark making in stitch on cloth.  The pieces reflect my week and my surroundings.

Dye bath on the cooker, this is a glorious mustard yellow from Euphorbia.

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Meanwhile………. back to puppies!

Time Sensitive

I was born in Weymouth many years ago.  The Jurassic coast line holds a deep resonance for me.  I never fail to feel refreshed, inspired renewed from just being ‘home’.

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This fueled some work based on grids and rust and water.  I work with the effects of time mostly thee days in my art and so the process is slow and meditative.  I hand stitch.

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Hand stitching, hand spinning, hand dyeing, hand knitting, drawing, markmaking, walking.  All these activities have become part of my existence from week to week, part of a ritual I suppose.  Time.  Time spent, taking time, making time, documenting time, marking time, journeys in time, remains of time, impact of time.

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Either way, this world

has picked me enough times for its madness vase

for me to know sanity is not

running from the window when the lightening comes.

Its turning thunder into grace,

knowing sometimes the break in your heart

is like the hole in the flute.

Sometimes it’s the place

where the music comes through.

Andrea Gibson.  The Madness Vase.

I am building up confidence through small insignificant tasks which give me time for a meditative approach to the everyday.  Exploring what its like to be me and do the things I enjoy again.  I enjoy much more, much more!

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What a seductive habit rushing has become.  It is a default setting.  If I feel insecure, or inadequate I find myself speeding up, rushing to fit as much in 24 hours as possible!  Not only is this unproductive but it adds chaos into my head, making it feel more full than it actually is!

I am no master at this, but as a discipline I try everyday to set aside half an hour or so to just do something slowly, carefully, thoughtfully.  Today I ventured to Pinterest…………. (more than half an hour………….).