There appears to be no direct course ~ certainly no guarantees ~ for coaxing plants
to give up their colors on cloth.
Perhaps that's part of the thrill of it, all those unknown factors
working together to give us something we could never plan ...
like a party, where the group of invitees is such an odd assortment of characters
one has no idea of the party's outcome.
Will it break out in fistfights? Be dull as dirt? (no offense to dirt)
Or encourage happy mingling with lots of pleasant repartee?
Surely, the best way through a (new) thing is to just GO ...
before you realize it,
you've set a course for yourself, one way or the other.
Back in July, I wrote this post about our merry band of island stitchers who happened
to take a quite unexpected detour from traditional shibori and sailed away (quite joyously)
into another realm entirely ...
the one where India Flint lives.
We "bundled" our hearts out.
And over innumerable cooking pots of assorted vegetation,
a few of us lost our hearts to the process ...
For the next few days I thought I would post, one bundle at a time, my results ...
a good way perhaps, to keep permanent notes on how the colors came to be
and generally place some records here about this very special kind of mark-making.
Bundle #1 was a scrap of silk (no mordant) folded around purple pansies,
madrone bark, metal washers and one rusty nail,
wrapped around a piece of driftwood, secured with rubber bands,
steamed for 45 minutes,
then left to air dry for three weeks.
Biggest surprise? That lovely peach color (below the washers) from the Pacific madrone bark.
Some great potential there in our native Arbutus menziesii !