Spirit cloth

13" x 22". cotton, linen, silk. spiritcloth.typepad.com/spirit_cloth/2008/03/quilting-twi...

- Spirit Cloth

Jude Hill...stitching a story because it seems I might be able to communicate something through cloth making. I hope so.

This blog is now a reference for my new place HERE. Because it is just easier to keep going there. Hoping you will find your way there. Life goes on. Love you all.

So this little game is sort of like a rescue. They are in there. In the scrap pile. I can see them. You can't see them. But I know they are there. A scrap of self can be like that....

All of it is very complicated but then very simple. I've placed this little place that I love in a place. Thinking about that. How places are nested. How can place really be defined? By your heart ultimately which is...

i might be able to communicate through cloth making

Hand Stitched Story Cloth

Jude Hill:

with the sudden onset of cool nights and the wind damage from the storm, summer seems to have ended more quickly than expected. i am making it a habit to be out early in the cool air. it is has...

transition has reached a resting place. it now measures (like change can be measured, ha!) 28" x 22". it is not backed nor bound. it may make its way as a slow changing piece through a full cycle of seasons...

It was almost done. And then I used the basket here, seeing a likeness to the dandelion seed head. Inspired by it. And that at the center of April's impressions it seems something that might have held a sense of...

Today there is rain, welcomed for it's been so dry. Impressed by the beauty of the day, I went walking early in the damp air. Raspberries in October. These are new bushes, just maturing. Gifted local cuttings. It seems odd...

November has been more like I remember October to be. So far. But after some steady rain, most of the leaves are down and we can again see through the ring of trees that surround us. Giving us the sense...

By Touching Three studies from the Basket series. Touching. And then the thought of alignment, things touching and lining up. The Basket, being considered my symbol for self. Baskets. Selves. I think we learn from alignment. Like a moment that...