Spending more time with Briar this week has me considering vulnerability.
The vulnerability of youth, of aging, of the choices we make and of sharing...
Yesterday I found this photo while cleaning the craft room/studio. Lola was so tiny.
A picture I took yesterday. Briar is so fragile now.
Something I made in a class months ago but hadn't shared for a variety of reasons.
One of the things I love about the world we live in is the ease of following ideas. After reading Kim Werker's essay in Craftivism, edited by Beysy Greer, I found her blog and book Mighty Ugly. And that led me to a year long challenge to make something every day.
This last year has really been about absorbing for me. Watching, listening, thinking; but not as much doing.
It's time for more so I am joining in and will share each day at Instagram.
Because part of being creative is being vulnerable.
feild notes: Soup weather, just started to rain. Chance of snow tonight.
"I see that the life of this place is always emerging beyond expectation or prediction or typicality, that it is unique, given to the world minute by minute, only once, never to be repeated. And this is where I see that life is a miracle, absolutely worth having, absolutely worth saving. We are alive within mystery, by miracle." Wendell Berry
How it feels at that moment when the clouds clear and the sunlight comes through and creates a moment of light and shadow.
How the making of something can hold love. What it means to make something by hand.
My poncho is 60 inches of cloth. Layers of color and texture; it feels like a hug. It has the capacity to absorb.
It holds gifts from friends and family, memories and reclaims things that might be considered waste. It may shed some of them as time passes. It holds story. And will find more.
It holds time spent being present. Listening (mostly to On Being and to Jude) and thinking. In this way it holds thoughts, dreams, schemes and "what if". And it holds silence, a still mind, something I've come to appreciate more as I've become older.
The casual observer won't know what my story is, but they will be able to create their own..
This morning I woke up thinking about landscapes. How I would define landscape. The landscape I live in is one of growing things and seasons moving through, shaping and sculpting.
(Blossom on my Camelia sinensis, the camelia that is used for tea.)
Thursday night I had been reading Pilgrim at Tinker Creek:
"Landscape consists in the multiple, overlapping intricacies and forms that exist in a given space at a moment in time. Landscape is the texture of intricacy..." Annie Dillard
"Were the earth smooth, our brains would be smooth as well; we would wake, blink, walk two steps to get the whole picture, and lapse into a dreamless sleep. Because we are living people, and because we are on the receiving end of beauty, another element necessarily enters the question. The texture of space is a condition of time. Time is the warp and matter the weft of the woven texture of beauty in space, and death is the hurtling shuttle." Annie Dillard
This is a book I am lingering in.
I've been laying down straw in the chicken run each week to keep things from getting really muddy. Makes for happier chickens.
I have officially started heating the house with the gas fireplace. Briar and I are cold.
Tomorrow I have plans to sew another blanket. What I make is often a response to the landscape I live in... That is probably true for a lot of us.
Just the leaves of polygonum tinctorium + water + time. Amazing to me that someone was playing and discovered that the same leaves can dye fabric blue.
We need play for so many reasons.
Yesterday I went to a conference about the importance of play for children, presented by Bev Bos and Michael Leeman. I believe that it is just as important for adults. To be creative, to be problem solvers, to continue to learn and grow.
The poncho that I've been making is a potluck of sorts. Yarn, roving or little bits of fabric from friends and family. A variety of stories. This weekend I added little flecks of one of great-grandmother's wedding dress to the wool I was carding.
And that the socks that I make with the remains of yarn from other projects are
And it reminded me of the two things that I aim for as I make things. The type of creative person I want and need to be:
1# Things need to carry meaning, story, connection