Monday, August 22, 2016

a mile of patchwork

 
In one part of the mind, there really could be a fear of losing all sense of separating boundaries;

the boundaries between the tangible realities of the external world
and
the imaginative realities of the inner world of feeling and idea.

A fear of being mad.

A fear that letting go of common sense and letting in imagination means letting in madness.

Marion Milner

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  1. are you going to patch a mile? that's a looooooong cloth!

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    1. I am making a cloth that represents the actual length of my daily walk. x

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  2. A little madness is healthy.
    Cheers Jan

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  3. You know how much I like big ideas, and this one is big! Of course it relates to walking, marking steps, marking distance, marking time. All. And more.

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    1. I find it ironic that I began to piece it when I could no longer do the daily walk and it became even more a symbol of a life pathm more than a record of a particular place.

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  4. Back for a second look, and I have a question: what are the white "bands"?

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    1. excellent question

      I had the idea to make an art piece about my daily walk, because I felt that my foot steps were like stitches, sewing me to this place where I live and walk every day. For about a year and a half I put a piece of white fabric into a basket when ever I did the walk - not knowing if I would colour that fabric with dye or how i would use it. Just that I wanted to mark that I did the walk and would use these fabric pieces in the art work that I would do some day.

      Then I lost my ability to do that walk - I have not done the full length of my walk since May 3.

      So my idea morphed a bit - and I began the idea of the path - following Tim Ingold's idea that we actually do not live in a place - we live on the path to and from that place - and I thought that I could use up the fabrics I have collected over my life time and make a life-path. Memories came over me as I went through my baskets and cut the cloth up - using these cloths from my lifetime of quiltmaking and living - to make a luminous halo (Virginia Woolf's term) life path.

      But I still had those white squares - and I broke my leg, as I said before.

      So - in July I noticed the tall sweet clover that has a strong stalk and a beautiful scent growing in abundance on our beach, and got ned to get me some and I broke it into managable lengths and wrapped it in the white fabric. When April was home, she told me that these wrapped bundles resembled bones - and I realized that I was making little bundles of my self - in the shape of a femur bone.

      In this photo they are on the path - I thought I could use them like foot steps to follow my original idea of sewing myself to the land with the running stitch-foot step-ladder of life kind of ark. But they stand out and do not work visually - I see that.

      So tonight i took them off the path and am thinking how to use them as an addition to the path - or instead of the path. Gotta go do some sketching and thinking.

      Thanks for the question - i have been thinking about it all day myself.

      love you xo

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