work away Tuesday so, not a lot of time here, but all the Ground is invisibly stitched down.
and i just did it. the top green...i stitched it. Visibly. i stood a little while before i put the needle in to just go....and in that moment i realized it's something i do that i hadn't actually acknowledged before. All the while a cloth is invisibly basted, it is as if it could be "real"...it could be like the Real image of Whateveritis the story is, that is in my mind, is something Real in my mind. a Real thing, a Real place, in this case, a Real earth, far below. But when i take a real stitch, it suddenly becomes a Cloth. the story i guess is taken on, or into, the Cloth??,,....? hard to describe. but it's a significant moment. from then on, there is no hesitation.
i found this shirt the other day at the Thrift Shop. it's a really very very fine Linen. a Ralph Lauren shirt. and tho i've never had a Ralph Lauren shirt before, i would imagine that kind of shirt might be this very good linen. it's not light weight, really, and it's very soft to touch. it's Celery Green. like those scraps in the cloth. like everything leafing outSide. and i've never chosen to have a green shirt before. but now..... i'll applique some scraps on it. will be a spring work shirt. gives me a good feeling. i've cut off the collar and cuffs.
