I usually begin with a photo, but in this particular instance, descriptions are necessary before photos. I am back in Mendocino again. By now, if you are following my life and its whereabouts, I am sure you have decided I am either a nomad or a little crazy. The first is a given, the second an earned trait. So on my 13-hour trip down here, I was thinking of dots again, and then the phrase “coming full circle” came to mind. What exactly does that mean? I know it means that you are back to where you started in life in a literal sense, but what does it mean in terms of the dot? I ask this question purely because I want to know, not in a benign sense, but in a very real and searching way.
These fabrics in the photo came from someone who seems to know the dot or circle or other shapes in a very organic and clear way. I purchased these fabrics from her after being inspired here. For weeks the package sat waiting to be indulged. I kept it on my table in my sacred space waiting for the opportune time to play with it. Finally, one day when I had a few minutes, I played with the fabric underneath that had the most wonderful array of dots in different forms of perfection. It had been calling to me all along, so I added a few more amidst the ones she had chosen. It is a beginning, the one that prompted the question above. And these days I seem to have more time for mental forms and structures than actual hands-on sewing. And speaking of hands, this is the other image I have that has taken on inordinate amounts of preoccupation. I stopped at a Starbucks on the way down for fuel to recharge my energy and noticed hands on a wall collage. I am seeing hands combined with dots. Why? I have no idea. It is what it is. Maybe it is one of the signs, the path I am to follow right now. Dots and hands…sounds like a surreal dream.
Perhaps I am searching for meaning of entanglement, and the circle seems to be the form to find my way around (no pun intended) the debate. I am convinced there are no answers, only more questions, but the question forms the creative outlet and inspiration. I seem to be talking in circles, but really it is a way of maneuvering around the idea.
Those are so beautiful. I’ve been thinking lately that the circle is one of the most powerful symbols there is.
I think this might be true. The circle seems to symbolize so much that is good and true to us.
The colors are lovely, organic and that reminds me of the “circle of life”, that we as woman experience with a real intensity. You seem to be really enjoying the experimenting and studying that is coming along with the circles.
I seem to be thinking and contemplating more these days than actual doing or sewing. I have times that it bothers me, but I am trying to let it go, and know that my life seems to need a direction of another sort at the moment. I guess I am waiting for fall and winter when I can hibernate in my space and think and sew more than I am now.
I love the idea of circles and your thoughts about circles.
I am so inspired by you and the group of artists that I have found through you and Jude…an amazing new world for me.
You climbed Mt.Hood…WOW!!!
How I wish I could say I climbed Mt Hood. I did not. I have climbed South Sisters, one of the three, but the former is daunting to say the least. So many people have died climbing that mountain. Mt Whitney should be enough for this year if we make it. I have had two other attempts in the past. The first one we were turned away nearly at the summit because of lightning. The second time I broke my hand halfway up and spent the night at a trail camp before coming down. So we are hoping for success this time.
Beautiful! Circles. Our lives are circles aren’t they even when we don’t know that is what they are?