Sometimes I Lead Myself Astray

Sometimes it takes a few tries to work out how the story should be told.

Sometimes you get led down the wrong garden path.
Sometimes the story changes.

Celtic crow is on a wonderfully organic piece of wool blanket with a primitive feel to it.

Which by the way is a pleasure to stitch.

Left brain voice told me he should be grounded with some weight beneath him.
A row of conkers/pebbles were duly stitched along the bottom.
Wrong!

Looks too contrived to me...not the look I want...they will be removed.


So where to go next?

The wool makes me think of an ancient rock face.


As a participant in Jude's Magic Diaries class,
I am thinking a lot about stitch as marks from a moment in a lifetime.


Ancient rock faces are covered in markings recording
fleeting moments of the long life of this planet earth. 


The very DNA of birds such as Crow is marked with memories
that give them the instincts necessary for survival. 


I think he needs to be surrounded with stitched scratchings!

While typing this post, I suddenly noticed
the hint of another crow in the markings on the wool
and Celtic Crow is looking right at it!
Do you see it?


Gosh I love this process!
Sorry to be so wordy today.