Monday, August 20, 2012

A poem about time

 
 The light was nice this morning, and I wanted to catch it.
My stitch journal.  One skein of floss each day.  Found fabric.  Artist canvas.
I often have doubts about the colour choices.  I reach into the thread bag and pull out a skein of floss without looking at it - with my eyes shut - and then apply it around and over the strip of torn cloth. 
 This does not "go", I think to myself.  Or..."this is a boring combination".
But later, when I see the whole panel, those I thought dull or ugly are OK.
They have changed I think.  (like memory changes things?)
The title of the piece is      "Not to know, but to go on". 
Because we don't know what will happen each day and as we go through the days one after the other,  some seem dull.  Even ugly. 
 But in the bigger picture, each is important.
 

25 comments:

mansuetude said...

I hear the earth whispering,
I hear the water, the light, the tree, the bird, the wind whispering

IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou

a healing

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(and you who looked up the word ineffable you who whispers with the ineffable and makes a new language with the ineffable... you who Knows.)

raquel said...

love

handstories said...

a beautiful language

Roberta said...

A peaceful work.

Hoola Tallulah said...

I never tire of seeing your progress on this project, I think it is my favourite of all. It's beautiful simplicity, and to see it all laid out in such a variety of locations, a glorious ever growing rainbow path, to where? Thanks for sharing the journey. just wonderful x

Chloe Grice said...

This is so mesmerising, thought-provoking and beautiful. What a brilliant piece of art. When will you decide it's finished I wonder?

Interesting about conscious/unconscious artistic choices: I have tried to emulate the spontaneity of my childrens' drawings to free up my rule-bound adult brain a little in terms of colour combinations and mark-making, good to shake things up a little!

Connie Rose said...

this is really amazing!

Lorie McCown said...

Oh my what wonderment this is!

Ms. said...

The path to thee future, like the path from the past remains the same path endless and particular. It could not be better placed than in a landscape--it being a landscape within that landscape. I am still in awe of it.

Susan said...

They are beautiful as a path. The days going backwards.

Velma said...

the path you make with your stitching touches deeply. connects, traces.

Jennifer said...

Your stitch journal transcends...everything. It is everything.

I agree with Mansuetude, all around are whispers of love and thanks.

Dolores said...

It's beautiful.

over the rainbow said...

Your practice is inspiring.......

Nat Palaskas said...

I admire you...

Margaret Cooter said...

Random richness; little by little... There comes that point when it starts working together, when the little things get lost in the big picture. Which is not to say the focus on the small moments is wasted.

neki desu said...

your own soulful path

Eva said...

Deeply touched by the symbolic richness and the color combo and how it was put into the landscape. This is so yarn great, makes me wanna start a project RIGHT NOW.

deemallon said...

incredible! I am reminded of the works in nature by Andy Goldsworthy. When I work with children, their color choices often surprise (and then delight) me... perhaps the grab-bag approach allows a similar kind of surprise. What will you do with it?

Nancy said...

To see this in Nature's glory, placed so the eye may follow and dream...this is life itself. So beautiful...so, so beautiful.

wholly jeanne said...

It's beautiful, and made more beautiful because you don't treat it like it's too precious. You take it into the woods, you lay it on the snow.

helen salo said...

It is just wonderful how you measure out your life in skeins of embroidery floss.

Jane said...

You know how much I love this piece.. the photos are amazing as well.

blandina (aracne) said...

This work is amazing and the words that you used to accompany these pictures are a poem in themselves.
I came home to find the 10 posts that you wrote in my absence, reading them has been like a meditation and it was so good for my soul. Thank you.

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

this always spins me into
a place i need to go..
If this Work were mine, and i
did nothing at all else, nothing else at all, like cooking, speaking, i would
feel complete in the doing