Showing posts with label cloth weaving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cloth weaving. Show all posts

6/02/2015

Pennon takes flight

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There's quite a lot of rigamarole involved in mailing a package to Australia.
A lot of addressing & declarations & valuing to be done
but true to my word to myself [which doesn't always happen]
I actually made my preset deadline of June 1st, stood in the slow post office line yesterday
with pen, tape & details
and sent my Solace pennon off to Andamooka.

I sure hope she gets there on time.

There's also quite a tale still to tell about creating this little flag for I chose to abort my first version 
covered in buttons because I'd messed up & not followed India's specs.  But I'll leave those details
for another post when all the photos have been edited and I've pulled my thoughts together.

There were attributes of this construction process that I really loved and in the end
flag #2 became a symbolic weaving together of many things I hold dear
and much of what I consider truth.
This was not at all where I thought I was going with flag #1 .... 
this went another direction entirely.
Much more personal,
much more about transparency

where fabric like silk organza can symbolize a veil,
where a narrow strip of indigo dyed cotton from a workshop 4,000 miles away
can symbolize the importance of always moving forward toward
the edges of places,
the boundaries of emotions
or past limits I do not want to set.

All the hours stitching were a gift of time which had me looking deep into what's passed
and reflecting on a whole bunch of tomorrows.  I wasn't to know when I started
that a bit of a health fright was headed my way [all reconciled now].
What began as a peace project aimed out at the world
suddenly became the exact path I needed to find my own.

Now my little pennon is crossing a great expanse of water
carrying my words on her ragged sleeve,
hurrying [through the good graces of the postal system] to join the 
collective poem about to be written
where she'll be dyed a rich blue, hang above a beautiful red desert ...
a most grateful guest of the elements
and time.



1/22/2014

At least a dozen reasons why

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Seems I have a bit of a problem.
Time for true confessions and since this blog is mainly my online journal,
today I'm setting down in black and white [sort of]
what I intend to do about it.

You see, the issue is, I never seem to actually
finish
any of my textile pieces ...
it's a mystery really ... all these piles of un-dones, everywhere.
I'm not sure why I keep putting them down & skip off to something else
before I can say, "Finito"
and pass them along.


Friends have asked to buy, and trade ... I have even wished for one or two pieces on hand
for special gifts.  
The whole sorry subject has been bugging me for quite some time.
Can I blame it on being a Gemini?
How about the little issue of not having a  "proper"  studio/work space?
Yeah right.  Those sound like excuses to me, too.

Truth is
I'd dearly love to see them completed and then
go away


out into the world so that I can
free
my
mind,
my shelf space,
and venture forward, unencumbered.
Amen.

I ask ya, have you ever seen so many pins?  Once, I called these cloth components
"landscapes for beads"
but most are either partially beaded
or have become pin holders instead ...




So I've pulled out twelve of these unfinished stories - twelve favorites
that I'd love to see completed
[please don't ask
how many more are lurking about] 
because I am going to do again what I did two years ago
[which helped me  focus  in the very best way]
and that is
I am going to choose 
a word
for this year.



An ever-present reminder of intention.


I know the whole word thing has fallen out of favor for many
but I'm game to stick with any thought process
that culminates in fruitful results ...


isn't any positive movement forward better than
all this un-doneness begging for a turned edge,
or a bead,
or a dye pot to dive into?!





So there you have it ...
my twelve good reasons
why I need to

finish

what I started.

You are all welcome to hold me accountable.


And as a small treat for embarking on This Road to Completion,
I signed up for a year of advertisement-free Pandora ...
have been enjoying the most glorious - uninterrupted - listening pleasures.
The best part
has been discovering musicians I'd not heard of before
 like this splendid pianist, Ludovico Einaudi.
I was learning to play the piano once but didn't finish that either.  Nevermind.
If I still played, I would want to play this.
[tis splendid with the volume turned way up ...]



Dietro Casa  =  Back Home




1/12/2013

10/24/2012

Weaving a tideline

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Today I constructed a makeshift loom
done the old way from things at  hand:
a basket ~ just the right size, long and narrow ~ and a warp of leftover jute
from the bean trellis.



I first wrote about this simple style of loom-making back HERE,
with gratitude for learning.

The next ingredient: castoffs from the scrap pile, stuffed in a holdall where every leftover bit 
from every project I've ever sewn resides in one big chaotic jumble.
Seams.  Refuse.  Hemlines.  Offcuts.  Selvage.  Lots and lots of fray.
Flotsam and jetsam of the textile variety.



I need to create a tideline for some completely ordinary stones
that are in the process of becoming
something else entirely.
You see, one thing led to another after my earlier  *choosing of the stones*  with dawg.
Stones came home with us.  They sat on the kitchen counter.  Then they sat on the bed.
And before you ask, no, they did not start to talk to me  ;>]
But something was brewing ...


an idea, another story on cloth,
carried by the weight of stones and the glint of thousands of tiny beads ...
somewhat autobiographical ... the only way I seem to be able to stitch a tale these days.



No matter how sidetracked I become (all the naturally dyed fabric I can't seem to stop churning out ... 
so beautiful in it's own right, but will it sit folded on a shelf for eternity?) I always come back to 
my one main truth ...
whether woven or boro-ed, appliqued, pieced or patched, 
textiles are the landscapes where my beadwork will live.

: : :

I'm inspired today by this video, sent by Barb from our merry band of dyers (thank you!)
It's for all us who haven't been satisfied with our creative work at one time or another ...
or now ...





5/03/2012

Rags to become riches

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This finally came off the box loom.
You can see the creases on the sides where the fabric held onto its frame for such a long time.


Before removing the weaving, I knew I needed to secure the outer perimeter.
This ~ I thought ~ was going to take quite a bit of needle maneuvering
so I expected the invisible basting to take a lot longer than it did.  But as I sat on the stair landing,
happily stitching under the bright light from the skylight, 
my needle seemed to fly through these soft cloths.
The gratitude I felt!
For some backstory, please click on this post...
it will explain everything about why I am so grateful to no longer be "stuck."



This might be one of my favorite cloth techniques of all time.  Jude, from Spirit Cloth, taught this 
in her 'Contemporary Woven Boro' workshop...I was instantly smitten and
have so looked forward to getting back to it.

So today, when I finally picked it up to release it from its framework,
I became ELATED....

I felt a lot like this

~ New Wings ~


A new landscape for beadwork ... let's see where this goes now, shall we?




1/31/2012

Some answers are not complicated

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This is an unfinished cloth...haven't worked on it for a long time,
almost a year and a week to be exact.
I loved it when I put it away in the cupboard, but feelings can change.


It's always a gamble to pull something out I haven't seen in awhile...
what if I don't like it anymore?
Sometimes it seems better not to know.
Do you ever have that feeling?

I guess what it comes down to is three choices...
begin again,
transform,
or continue by looking at it in a new way...

simple.


: : : 


This is my contribution to 'Texture Tuesday' over at Kim Klassen's Cafe.  Her texture
challenge this week was ... SIMPLICITY.

: : :

The cloth before the cupboard is back here. 




12/20/2011

2/10/2011

Stuck between some rags and a hard place...

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A little w.i.p...
modern day "rags" woven onto a make-do loom, once the bottom half of a box of notecards.
Light as a feather and easy to hold, just 5 by 7 inches.  Splendid idea, wish it had been mine...


... Jude Hill's  'Contemporary Woven Boro' class is in full swing
and this tension technique comes from creating a small frame from whatever we have at hand.
I know I'm not alone when I say I  ***LOVE***  this process, weaving without a foundation...


The warp is from torn bits of an old silk blouse...all the rest scraps from this & that.

*****

A silly question...ever tear cloth with your teeth?
I'm an expert now: chomp down hard at the place you are starting the tear
and pull strong & steady with one hand straight out in front of you.
Heh, you never know when such skills could come in handy...


They co-mingle so nicely, all those tiny ribbony pieces...


Here is the back looking much like an Apricot Surprise birthday present.
Fray heaven!
I couldn't tie bows (more on that below) so the ends are knotted instead...

*****

So what about this "hard place" I mentioned in the title of this post?
I am unable to sew.  Not a stitch.
Unable to use my right hand for most anything at the moment...
The doc says he can fix me up, only a matter of time...time which is ticking faster now with my boro mates.
So this is why you are not seeing any basting...no surface embellishment of any kind.

 Hope you like *puffy* as much as I do, it will have to suffice for now.
...just wanted you to know...

*****

While so many parts of our country are still covered in deep snow & frigid cold,
we were able to enjoy THIS today... 

View from the Painter's Studio
~ painting by Caspar David Friedrich, 1805 ~


Till later my friends, always so good to have you stop by,

1/24/2011

Weaving velvet...

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If ever I could find a velvet frock such as this one, something in this exact shade of green,
I just might be encouraged to change my mind forever about the wearing of dresses
(which I never wear)
Yes.  Definitely.  This would persuade me.
oh, and the glorious stitching details at the cuffs...
~ painting by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 'Veronica Veronese' ~


These I would NOT wish to wear,
not one little bit...
ever.
They must have been the height of fashion in their day, worn by Lady Mary Stanhope around 1660...
blue velvet, embroidered with silver gilt thread...once tied across the tongues
with decorative ribbons perhaps...
~ Shoe Collection, Northampton Museum & Art Gallery, UK ~


Back to the future...where a wall can be velvet...
~ Capital Museum in Beijing, photo (c) Trey Ratcliff ~


where we can travel in style if we want to...these seats look comfy don't they,
but...
~ Hankyu velvet, photo (c) Sam Bowman ~


...not nearly as inviting as these velvet seats.
~ Rocks, Moss & Water, photo (c) Martin Cathrae ~


Watchers.  They wear their velvet in summer...
~ Prairie Grass Bucks, photo (c) shadarington ~


and the groves, their velvet raincoats...
~ trees covered in velvet moss, photo (c) KWDesigns ~


...while here at home, repurposed velvet becomes a bit of architecture for my long cloth...
*****

What a gathering has happened over at Spirit Cloth!
'Contemporary Woven Boro'...a workshop who's meaning redefines itself each day...
over one hundred of us (imagine that)
*traveling companions* engaged in the common language of cloth:
 weaving, stitching, experimenting, learning from one another...
jumping off...out...even when there appears (at first) to be no familiar net to catch us.

10/31/2010

Mimicry...

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An odd word, mimicry.  Doesn't roll off the tongue very well.  And what I'm doing with it here, in stitches, isn't rolling off the needle very well.  Frustrating but I keep going.

Thought I'd see what would happen if I tried to imitate the "feeling" of fabric pattern with embroidery thread. Maybe that's an echo and not a mimic?


Works a little better in some areas than others...


Helpful to pull back, see it in a photo...some of these stitches need to be carried clear across a few bands of fabric rather than be kept contained in little areas.  I'll send some off to wander wildly like their patterned cousins.


Really not sure what is going on with this one.  Went a bit *swooney* when I saw this post over on India's blog.  I thought she was posting some very fine examples of Australian textile art but as I read on, nooo, they were contemporary indigenous paintings. wow. 

Could that feeling, that pattern play, be translated into stitches I wondered.  Someone can probably do it but I'm not sure it's me.  Can't get this anywhere near where I'd like it to be quite yet ~ may even start over.  May stop.  Still, the process has been worth all the effort so far.  I've had quite a few conversations in my head with whoever this artist is...I want to know WHY they made those marks the way they did.  Maybe then I could better understand why they speak to me so loudly and why I feel the need to stitch them.  Maybe then I COULD stitch them.

Mimicry...defined as "the act or art of copying or imitating closely."

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, my friends ~ now go mimic some ghosts & goblins!

The Old Hall, Fairies by Moonlight; Spectres & Shades, Brownies and Banshees
~ John Anster Fitzergerald, c. 1875 ~

9/22/2010

Waiting for calm...

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Had a lot of words about this once, but I am feeling more quiet at this moment.  I first spoke about this story cloth in a July post when I was working on a raggedy fabric collage for a workshop that Jude Hill of Spirit Cloth was teaching...now it is September and like the season, "Waiting for calm..."  has come to fruition.  Finished for now...words in place, beading done. 


I am grateful for teachers that encourage by their own doing/making/marking.  While I stepped out of anything comfortable for me on this one...pastels, PINKS!, newly learned stitches and soft combinations...it is exactly where I needed to be.  Calm was there.  So I followed it.

Started here...

journeyed this (other continent) direction...

ended here...

Hesitation can be an enemy.  It certainly is for me (let me count the ways).  I'm thinking we shouldn't underestimate the POWER of teachers to inspire!  At the risk of sounding trite, follow those pure notes (they give) that can make your heart sing.  Those notes have stories yet to be told...

Tell them.