Working so much that the desire to make cloth has slipped away from me for the time being. I'm too exhausted to think creatively in that direction.
Sunday morning offered a little time off and the chance to make a short voyage with Nilo and a couple of friends to the other side of the Golfo Dulce by lancha.
We got lucky! On the outward trip we saw many manta rays, jumping into the air and swimming gracefully at the surface of the water. Fascinating! On the return journey, a group of dolphins right beside the boat.
Nilo: self portrait.
I need to remember, sometimes, it's important to do nothing.
For the past month, along the country roads, various tree species - particularly those more commonly associated with dry forest areas - have been bursting into flower and the air is filled with sweetness. Now I have to photograph the Jacarandas!
I have been thinking alot this week about time and about the things - which are not really things at all - that are most important to me. And how it's probably wise for a person to review these points on a daily basis. And how it's probably wise for a person to weigh each one against the other, and adjust one's settings as needed. Because, as we know, it's all too easy to fall into the trap of living life on a default setting! And, perhaps because I have been thinking about these points, or perhaps through sheer coincidence, several poignant conversations with different people have occurred this week, which in some way, have helped bring me to a deeper understanding of...hmmm... the things which are most important to me. And so in the spirit of sharing, and also in an effort to make a note to self, in today's post, I'm just throwing some of that "out there". Although, admittedly, in a kind of rambling way :)
Yesterday, at work, I had a brief but, to me, profound conversation, with a special friend (who is also a fellow consultant on the project), about... hmmm... I suppose you could call it approaches to life. We were talking about some people we know, who manage their day according to a timed schedule, literally moving from one activity to the next. Let's say, 7 'till 9, yoga. 9 'till 10, breakfast. 10 'till 12 tennis. etc, etc. And we were discussing how that's how these people have "fun". And we were imagining how that kind of life style might be, and thinking that it didn't seem to allow for any time to reflect on the "fun" that might be being had. And we both realized that, as much as the activities we like to do ourselves, what makes them worth while as far as each of us is concerned, is the moment for reflection. And of course, not everyone's the same! But it got me thinking about how, those moments are really the most important thing to me. Fleeting as they may be. And a good example of what I mean being, this particular conversation that we were having... sitting on the grass, in the shade, by the edge of the lake, and really being in the moment. And really appreciating the value of that. And really feeling the layers of meaning attached. Then we got back to work. In the blazing sun, on an open grass plain, surrounded by a constant flow of heavy equipment, and the air (and our skin) covered by a blanket of dust rising up from the roads, as is so typical of this place at this time of year, in this season of unimaginable dryness. The whole conversation lasted maybe 5 minutes. But for me, the moment felt somehow life defining. In a some small yet powerful way. Weaving complexity, yes, but at the same time, perfect in it's simplicity. If you know what I mean ;) And it makes me think of something Jude said here.
I continue to be kept busy with work. Very long days. And very long evenings. So I haven't had a chance to focus on my current cloth. But in my head it is moving slowly forward. And on paper I've come up with this, which will be somehow incorporated with what already exists.
After thinking that 2011 would be a year of smallness for me... as in postage stamp size... cloth that I can manage... and manage to finish... yesterday, I came up with this base (aprox. 30 x 30 cm). I was thinking about golden. Not necessarily the shade itself. But, how, at around 3pm and onwards, things start to glow from within. As if they've managed to swallow chunks of the Sun's softer light.
This will be an experimental cloth. I have also been thinking again about cloth and thread traditions from different parts of the globe. I have no idea where this cloth is going next. It doesn't matter. It's an experiment! The base is a spin-off of the traditional 9-patch square, made up of several scraps of cloth that I created in previous experiments using natural dyes, as well as some recycled cottons and linens.
This morning, I began this section of reverse applique. A technique I've played around with abit over the past year, and really enjoy (although have still not perfected!) This section is made from a fairly thickly woven shot cotton (linen?). The darker shade being the right-side, the paler shade on the overlay (upper layer) being the reverse. Using both front and reverse of a cloth is usually a good way to achieve a relationship in tones. I like how this turned out, but it wasn't the easiest of cloths to use for this technique. I'm using a single strand of DCM embroidery thread and a simple buttonhole stitch to hold down the overlayed cloth before cutting into the pattern. I am trying to work loosely to gain a sense of folk tradition.
I'm not going to say anything else about this section, because I'm curious to hear your comments first. What does it make you think of?