Archive for April, 2011
But, here’s what I am so appreciating right now.
They saw some pieces of mine that had a lot of white in them — big aprons of linen or muslin. Or woven strips, with white gesso glommed over them. Not really what I’ve been ‘doing’ over the last many months.
So, here I am uncovering one Global Warming piece after another (this one was behind a board in the basement – I’d completely forgotten about it). And guess what? I don’t want to make anything pale or ecru or subtle or washed out right now. I want to finish this series in all its chaotic, popping out color.
Just a little note, reflecting on the freedom associated with not trying to sell anything these days.
Enjoying Jude Hill’s idea about ‘keeping it simple’ (Cloth Whispering, online class). The happy, “quick” quilt for D. is lingering in the assembly line, which makes it no longer quick, and somehow, a little less happy as well. Also, the piece I’ve been calling “the Remnant Quilt” (its starting point was chunks of “Treasure Island Quilt” that didn’t get used), is now its own thing and not at all about leftovers, which is good — but, it is in that phase where the morphing feels endless and completion seems an impossibility — which is frustrating. So, making quick little hearts is a balm. The one above was given to D. – not in lieu of the other, but as the quick gift I intended.
Denim is a little tough to poke a needle through, so runs a tad contrary to the idea of keeping it simple, but I love the way this pink design snakes across this black rayon heart. A former pair of pants. Is it a catepillar? A scar? A decorative tatoo? No need to decide.
This heart is backed by a piece of old overalls of mine. The silk upholding it is delicious, with hand-embroidered details. The green cotton came from a pair of D.’s boxers (whaaat? I washed them!)
This one, I delivered to a friend on Sunday to mark the passing of her father.
In one of her commentaries, Jude talks about not knowing what to do with new ideas right away. This is THE FIRST time I have incorporated any of the cloth weaving I did in an earlier class. I have a rather large stack of woven strips that are waiting for me. This is a chunk of one, not even the whole thing. But, it’s a start.
This winter in particular makes us feel like survivors… we made it through. Endured. My little fiber house had been tipped by the snow and now I have tipped it back. Can’t wait to see if its companion of last season (a fern that grew up through it) comes back (of course it will come back! why wouldn’t it come back?).
a border takes shape… this is for a “quick” happy quilt for D., whose eight month adventure with two broken bones (actually four, because it was the ulna and radius, twice), too many casts and x-rays to count, one night in the hospital, and two surgeries, came to a close a week ago with the removal of the pins.
and now, the big questions is: to skateboard again, or not?
the doc said, “all I can tell you is, we see a lot of repeat customers around here.”