Oddly enough, it's the pants in the cooking pot, not the Wildberries! The inaugural issue of 'Wildberries: Journal of Mythic Fantasy' is out. I have a poem ('Beauty Remembers') and two paintings in this issue. You can view the issue online here, and also download the PDF if you prefer. Please pop over and have a look, there is a great selection of poems and short stories, and don't forget to let Joel know what you think, it's a labour of love and he has put so much into it.
More of this happening now...an old holey pair of cotton 'bali' pants gifted by their owner. Typically, I forgot to take a 'before' photo, so I dug out the discarded waistband to show the original colour. I was hoping for more of a greenish hue, given that the onion skins were over-dyeing a blueish fabric. But that is part of the mystery of natural dyes, you don't get a guaranteed result, you have to be patient and wait and see. I rather like it, nonetheless, but I do want to incorporate more greens and reddish browns into this piece...well, I think I do, though it's very amorphous at the moment...so I may have to resort to commercial dyes. I'm tempted to buy some of the gorgeous hand dyed fabrics on Etsy and the like, and I may do that, but I would like the majority of this piece to be old bits of fabric that have some meaning to me. But it will be a long time in the making, so who knows what it will end up wearing! It will have story incorporated into it too, but that is something that will develop in the weaving and stitching, not something that I can decide on now. That's part of the journey, the story unfolds as the cloth unfolds. Perhaps it will be a sad story...perhaps happy. I won't know until I get there.
Showing posts with label Quilty thing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quilty thing. Show all posts
Friday, November 5, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Christmas pendants/hangers...and some slow stitching...
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faeries,
paintings,
Quilty thing,
Sewing,
wood pendants
Christmas is coming and like many people, I love handmade decorations. Of course, I have my fair share of plastic (ie. small people friendly) ones, but I can probably jettison a few of them now that my girls are big enough to be a little more careful when decorating the tree. So with that in mind, I thought I'd make some that were special, OOAK, unique and customised. A Christmas decoration that is a perfect gift all by itself. These are the first, painted today. An old mother winter, with her wise face and long silver tresses, and two little tiny faery babies fast asleep in their tiny cradles, rocking gently high up in the Christmas tree. Customised with name (on front) and dates (on back) added, these two would be perfect as a gift for a new born's first Christmas. I'm still twiddling around trying to decide on details, but thought I'd 'show and tell' to see what you thought. I've done a very rough 'dummy' up in photoshop to show you how the lettering might go, though it would be hand-painted on the actual pieces. As with my other hangers, these would come in a small hand-made gift bag, and I'll probably include a little certificate of authenticity or similar. Any suggestions are welcome, including what you think would be a reasonable price...yes, I'm hand-balling that to you, my trusty followers, because it's the part I hate the most. I am NOT the fastest artist out there, each faery baby took almost an hour to paint (and the wise winter woman took almost an hour and a half...but her face was being very troublesome!), though these are the very first and hopefully I might get faster with practice!
There is a little of this happening now...VERY slow stitching this is...I suspect it will be a long while in the making.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Mending memory...
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Quilty thing,
Sewing
A little of this happening now, inspired by Jude. Not the usual kind of mending I suppose, patching a hole or fixing a drooping hem. But a mending still, and not just of the cloth. Mental mending? I wish I could stitch the bits of myself that feel torn or worn thin back together as easily.
Another kind of patchwork memory mending. Digital patchwork. Fabulous in its own way, but I can't help feeling it lacks substance if you can't flip it over and see the tiny stitches holding it together, see where the joins were made, where one piece finishes and another piece starts. A kind of false memory, masquerading as a true one. But I suppose memory is like that anyway. A memory years old can be undone by learning something new...a truth you thought was absolute suddenly isn't any more, something you believed in dissolves into nothing, having never existed at all, or perhaps becomes something entirely different. Nothing is fixed, even the past is mutable. History is written in sand.
Another kind of patchwork memory mending. Digital patchwork. Fabulous in its own way, but I can't help feeling it lacks substance if you can't flip it over and see the tiny stitches holding it together, see where the joins were made, where one piece finishes and another piece starts. A kind of false memory, masquerading as a true one. But I suppose memory is like that anyway. A memory years old can be undone by learning something new...a truth you thought was absolute suddenly isn't any more, something you believed in dissolves into nothing, having never existed at all, or perhaps becomes something entirely different. Nothing is fixed, even the past is mutable. History is written in sand.
My maternal grandmother's wedding...a little Photoshop magic
Friday, September 24, 2010
Dyeing....
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Quilty thing,
Sewing
Scraps and rags dyed with brown onion skins. An old pair of jeans with such an enormous rip in the backside, they were irredeemable as clothing. Some silk snippets...a beautiful cream piece with delicate embroidered bees, some recycled torn sari, and an old scarf that fell apart in the wash. The things I might have once put in the bin, but am rethinking now, rediscovering their tattered beauty. A piece of pale apricot silk...left over from my wedding dress...with a 'shibori' style experiment in resist stitching. The poor onion skins had dyed everything else by this time, so the colour is quite delicate, but it worked well enough for me to see the potential. I will be trying it again.
I had plans for these, but I think I've changed my mind. I think I am going to just start, and see where it takes me, see what I end up with. Something just for me. I won't be selling this piece, it will be large I think, and take a long time. Too much to put a price on, and it will spoil the pleasure of making it if I worry about that. It might become a gift...but I think it might just stay with me. There will be memories stitched into it.
I had plans for these, but I think I've changed my mind. I think I am going to just start, and see where it takes me, see what I end up with. Something just for me. I won't be selling this piece, it will be large I think, and take a long time. Too much to put a price on, and it will spoil the pleasure of making it if I worry about that. It might become a gift...but I think it might just stay with me. There will be memories stitched into it.
A little stitched choker I made for a lunch with some old friends.
And I've added a Facebook widget in the right column...so you can 'like' me...if you like. :)
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Purple and mustard and...nettle?
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Quilty thing
Is this a nettle? It looks suspiciously like a weed I pulled up last year and instantly regretted, nettles not being exactly thick on the ground in Western Australian suburbia. I thought they were something you only found in slightly unkempt English country gardens or along the hedgerows. But I found two of these in my garden this morning and am not game to touch them to be sure. I'm rather hoping they are, because I like the idea of trying nettle tea, or soup, or sauteed nettle, having romantic notions about English weeds!
As to the purple and mustard...I went out this morning to pick up the 'Vagabond King' wearing a colour combination that was a little unusual for me, and though I rather liked it, I wasn't 100% sure it worked (although, truth to be told, I think pretty much any colour combination works if you wear it with CONVICTION...but I could be wrong!) The Op Shop white linen skirt is now a rich mustard yellow thanks to a big lot of onion skins and some aluminium foil (and thanks to India for the tip). And with it I had on a purple tank top with a dark grey long sleeved top over. I thought the purple with the grey might be a bit dodgy, so following my own advice, I added a purple headband so it didn't look like I made a mistake or got dressed in the dark. I think it might look better with a warmer colour than the grey, like a dark chocolatey plum...but anyway...I walked into the foyer of the City of Melville to discover...I perfectly matched their decor. Mustard and purple armchairs on dark grey carpet. If I'd laid down on the floor no one would have noticed me and I could have got up to all sorts of mischief in there over the long weekend!
Yes, they are the bits of foil strewn around the grass, drying off so I can re-use them, and the lovely big steamer pot that Beloved picked up at the Op shop for me...and our more-than-slightly-unkempt-garden.
I think the staff at our local supermarket are getting used to the weird lady who collects bags of onion skins instead of (or sometimes as well as) onions!
As to the purple and mustard...I went out this morning to pick up the 'Vagabond King' wearing a colour combination that was a little unusual for me, and though I rather liked it, I wasn't 100% sure it worked (although, truth to be told, I think pretty much any colour combination works if you wear it with CONVICTION...but I could be wrong!) The Op Shop white linen skirt is now a rich mustard yellow thanks to a big lot of onion skins and some aluminium foil (and thanks to India for the tip). And with it I had on a purple tank top with a dark grey long sleeved top over. I thought the purple with the grey might be a bit dodgy, so following my own advice, I added a purple headband so it didn't look like I made a mistake or got dressed in the dark. I think it might look better with a warmer colour than the grey, like a dark chocolatey plum...but anyway...I walked into the foyer of the City of Melville to discover...I perfectly matched their decor. Mustard and purple armchairs on dark grey carpet. If I'd laid down on the floor no one would have noticed me and I could have got up to all sorts of mischief in there over the long weekend!
Yes, they are the bits of foil strewn around the grass, drying off so I can re-use them, and the lovely big steamer pot that Beloved picked up at the Op shop for me...and our more-than-slightly-unkempt-garden.
I think the staff at our local supermarket are getting used to the weird lady who collects bags of onion skins instead of (or sometimes as well as) onions!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Guitar lessons and my Better-Half.
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Bedroom Makeover,
Quilty thing
Thank you so much for all your lovely thoughts and comments on my last post. I am glad I wrote it now, if it might have helped someone out there know they're not alone. But there was something missing from it, something, or rather someone who didn't get a mention simply because I would have been here all night writing and you would have all nodded off long before you got to the end of it. The same someone who just brought me out a nice hot cup of tea, because it is COLD out here in the studio, winter is finally on its way.
I shall endeavor not to get too soppy, but it must be said, I am blessed to be married to this bloke. He grieved quietly and deeply for his little girl...and carried on working and meeting deadlines and dealing with clients and paying the bills, while I fell into a howling sea of confusion and pain and sorrow. He didn't understand the way I was grieving, it scared him and he was afraid he'd lost the woman he loved. I truly was a mess. But he never stopped being there for me, he never gave up on me, never decided he couldn't do it anymore, never walked away. We've been through a couple dark times since then too...and he is always my rock. He is infinitely patient (he has to be to have put up with me for 24 years!), kind and gentle, makes me laugh all the time, and tells me he loves me many times every day. He is a wonderful dad to his beautiful girls, and he is also incredibly clever and talented (the 'bedroom makeover' for example, which is nearly done!) though you won't hear that from him. He considers himself a 'simple bloke', but if simple means honest, open, funny, optimistic, gentle and...well, you get the picture...I'll take 'simple' anytime. And by the way, I DO mean honest...this is a man who is brave enough to tell me "you know, that skirt makes your bum look really big". But that's ok, because I know that when he tells me "you look gorgeous tonight", he really means it. He treats everyone in the same open, honest, friendly way, and hasn't allowed cynicism (or past sorrows) to dampen his enthusiasm for life...I love seeing him excited about some new project, he's like a big kid and it makes me feel excited and enthusiastic too. He has a lopsided grin, the most beautiful eyes in the world, and did I mention that he's gorgeous?! He's my Beloved, my Bigger-Half (well, he's 6'4" so not hard), and my Better-Half too.
But enough of all that soppy stuff! In other news...the 'Vagabond King' didn't exactly get finished in time, but I did take it in to the exhibition. It just went in as a one-sided wall-hanging rather than a piece of wearable art. Have you ever worked on something that you KNOW is rubbish, but you keep working on it and telling yourself that it will be ok when it's finished? My epiphany came at 12:30 am Saturday morning (11 and a half hours before it had to be delivered) when I realised that the other side (or the front of the coat thing) which I'd been working frantically on for 3 days, was rubbish. It was bad. It was so bad it made the back look bad too. It was rushed. It was a compromise because I didn't have time to finish it how I wanted to. And my heart wasn't in it. So I spent the next 2 hours undoing everything I'd done in the last 2 days, until I was left with just the big circle on the red background. At 3am I was so tired I didn't know what to do next, so I went to bed resigned to the fact that I wasn't going to make the deadline. In the morning, Beloved and I sat on the couch with our morning coffees, me looking and feeling decidedly worse for wear, and looked at it spread out on the floor. He said "when's it got to be in?" I said "3 hours." He said "must be something you could do." I said " suppose I could just hem it, make a casing at the top and stick something through." So to cut a long story short, I found myself frantically hemming, by hand, all round the whole thing, while Beloved went and hack-sawed off the end of an old metal curtain rod and rooted around in the garage for some wire to hang it from. Upshot is, I finished it at 11:35am, leapt into the car, got there at 12:05pm to drop it off, and thankfully they accepted it. Then I went home and passed out on the couch for several hours!
The other exciting thing (for me, probably not for the rest of the family, or my neighbours) is that today I had my very first guitar lesson. I've wanted to play for so long (my very talented brother plays beautifully), so I decided the only way I'd ever get around to doing it is if I booked a whole block of lessons. So guess what Beloved bought me for my birthday? I have no illusions about becoming a guitar maestro, but it would be nice to be able to sing and play along. And apparently learning new skills is a good way to keep the brain healthy, so wish me luck.
I shall endeavor not to get too soppy, but it must be said, I am blessed to be married to this bloke. He grieved quietly and deeply for his little girl...and carried on working and meeting deadlines and dealing with clients and paying the bills, while I fell into a howling sea of confusion and pain and sorrow. He didn't understand the way I was grieving, it scared him and he was afraid he'd lost the woman he loved. I truly was a mess. But he never stopped being there for me, he never gave up on me, never decided he couldn't do it anymore, never walked away. We've been through a couple dark times since then too...and he is always my rock. He is infinitely patient (he has to be to have put up with me for 24 years!), kind and gentle, makes me laugh all the time, and tells me he loves me many times every day. He is a wonderful dad to his beautiful girls, and he is also incredibly clever and talented (the 'bedroom makeover' for example, which is nearly done!) though you won't hear that from him. He considers himself a 'simple bloke', but if simple means honest, open, funny, optimistic, gentle and...well, you get the picture...I'll take 'simple' anytime. And by the way, I DO mean honest...this is a man who is brave enough to tell me "you know, that skirt makes your bum look really big". But that's ok, because I know that when he tells me "you look gorgeous tonight", he really means it. He treats everyone in the same open, honest, friendly way, and hasn't allowed cynicism (or past sorrows) to dampen his enthusiasm for life...I love seeing him excited about some new project, he's like a big kid and it makes me feel excited and enthusiastic too. He has a lopsided grin, the most beautiful eyes in the world, and did I mention that he's gorgeous?! He's my Beloved, my Bigger-Half (well, he's 6'4" so not hard), and my Better-Half too.
But enough of all that soppy stuff! In other news...the 'Vagabond King' didn't exactly get finished in time, but I did take it in to the exhibition. It just went in as a one-sided wall-hanging rather than a piece of wearable art. Have you ever worked on something that you KNOW is rubbish, but you keep working on it and telling yourself that it will be ok when it's finished? My epiphany came at 12:30 am Saturday morning (11 and a half hours before it had to be delivered) when I realised that the other side (or the front of the coat thing) which I'd been working frantically on for 3 days, was rubbish. It was bad. It was so bad it made the back look bad too. It was rushed. It was a compromise because I didn't have time to finish it how I wanted to. And my heart wasn't in it. So I spent the next 2 hours undoing everything I'd done in the last 2 days, until I was left with just the big circle on the red background. At 3am I was so tired I didn't know what to do next, so I went to bed resigned to the fact that I wasn't going to make the deadline. In the morning, Beloved and I sat on the couch with our morning coffees, me looking and feeling decidedly worse for wear, and looked at it spread out on the floor. He said "when's it got to be in?" I said "3 hours." He said "must be something you could do." I said " suppose I could just hem it, make a casing at the top and stick something through." So to cut a long story short, I found myself frantically hemming, by hand, all round the whole thing, while Beloved went and hack-sawed off the end of an old metal curtain rod and rooted around in the garage for some wire to hang it from. Upshot is, I finished it at 11:35am, leapt into the car, got there at 12:05pm to drop it off, and thankfully they accepted it. Then I went home and passed out on the couch for several hours!
The other exciting thing (for me, probably not for the rest of the family, or my neighbours) is that today I had my very first guitar lesson. I've wanted to play for so long (my very talented brother plays beautifully), so I decided the only way I'd ever get around to doing it is if I booked a whole block of lessons. So guess what Beloved bought me for my birthday? I have no illusions about becoming a guitar maestro, but it would be nice to be able to sing and play along. And apparently learning new skills is a good way to keep the brain healthy, so wish me luck.
Morgan's little sister, with her very proud and happy Dad, nine years ago this August. It's ok, her nose doesn't look like that now!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Busy, busy, busy......
Labels:
drawing,
poems and scribbles,
Quilty thing
I haven't got any new pictures to show, so I've 'decorated' with a couple old ones. This top pic is a pencil illustration I did years ago for the cover of a book of essays of speculative fiction published by Eidolon Press, titled "The Fantastic Self" (second book in list). He he, that's lovely, I just looked it up to see if there was any kind of a link I could provide and found that review...how wonderful, the reviewer thinks my cover 'is gorgeous'! I have to agree with them about the rest of the book though, a mixed bag, a few good and very thought provoking, but too many that appeared to be rushed and from the school of 'let's state the bleeding obvious for 3 or so pages'. Also, a 5 page synopsis of a novel does NOT in any way, shape or form a critical analysis make. But enough of that.
I shouldn't really be writing, because the 'Vagabond King' needs to be finished in time to drop it off before noon on Saturday, and I haven't even finished the front yet! I haven't even got time to take and upload any photos of where it's at now (soon, soon, I promise!). But, it's been a while since I last wrote, so I thought a quick post might be in order. It's a gorgeous day, a bright sunny, and gloriously cool Autumn day. It's supposed to be raining of course, and we certainly need it, but I do love these crisp bright days. It's the kind of day that makes me feel happy and content, and reminds me of all the wonderful things in my life, all the things I should be thankful for. My very wise grandmother always used to tell us 'count your blessings' and I think it's very good advice...too often we let ourselves get annoyed and frustrated and upset over dumb things, things that don't really matter, when in reality our lives are lived in paradise compared to many people in the world.
This pic is a 'green woman', a small plaster mask I painted. I have another big one hanging out in my garden. I think I DO need more green on this blog. I should take Hildegarde of Bingen's advice and put some 'veriditas' into my life...I so love her concept. By combining the Latin words 'veritas' or truth, and 'viridis', or green...
I shouldn't really be writing, because the 'Vagabond King' needs to be finished in time to drop it off before noon on Saturday, and I haven't even finished the front yet! I haven't even got time to take and upload any photos of where it's at now (soon, soon, I promise!). But, it's been a while since I last wrote, so I thought a quick post might be in order. It's a gorgeous day, a bright sunny, and gloriously cool Autumn day. It's supposed to be raining of course, and we certainly need it, but I do love these crisp bright days. It's the kind of day that makes me feel happy and content, and reminds me of all the wonderful things in my life, all the things I should be thankful for. My very wise grandmother always used to tell us 'count your blessings' and I think it's very good advice...too often we let ourselves get annoyed and frustrated and upset over dumb things, things that don't really matter, when in reality our lives are lived in paradise compared to many people in the world.
This pic is a 'green woman', a small plaster mask I painted. I have another big one hanging out in my garden. I think I DO need more green on this blog. I should take Hildegarde of Bingen's advice and put some 'veriditas' into my life...I so love her concept. By combining the Latin words 'veritas' or truth, and 'viridis', or green...
12th century mystic, healer and philosopher, Hildegard von Bingen created the word veriditas to describe her vision of the greening power of Nature which was the divine force within all life. She described veriditas as the agent of God which was the animating life-force within all creation, giving it life, moisture and vitality. Regardless of whether it is divine or science, we are connected to and need the natural world around us.I'll finish with another couple of short scribbles, before I go back to my spot on the couch with my sewing over my knee. Here's a little Tanka I wrote years ago for a uni assignment. I like the Tanka format, just that little bit longer than the Haiku, the final couplet makes it feel more complete to me than a Haiku.
Now, gasping for air
I burst through the still surface
And breathe, lungs aching.
Solitude beneath a sky
Eloquently speaking rain.And finally (speaking of greening), 'The half closed door', written many years ago too. The Grinning Jack has a name, but it's a secret and he won't let me tell because as we all know, real names are powerful magic and he's a wild thing and doesn't want to be tamed. You could also call him the Green Jack, it would be just as apt. I'll leave you to ponder that mystery yourselves ;-)
The Grinning Jack waits at the end of the path
He wears my fox mask and holds out his hand
From each footprint a memory grows
I have sown a garden of things forgotten.Back to stitching!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
A room with a view
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Quilty thing
Ooops! I forgot to mention yesterday that a piccie of my humble abode appears on Terri Windling's blog feature this week! She's asking for 'views from your window' to be sent by Friday, and it's wonderful seeing such amazing outlooks from windows all around the world. Just go to her main blog here, and you can scroll down for a whirlwind tour of global views! It's also interesting to see the views from the work spaces of so many artists and writers, and how those views might inspire or influence their work.
I have a small confession to make though...I did have to move Mount Washing-Tonne off the couch, and carefully avoid the coffee table in front of it (well, I THINK there's a coffee table under there somewhere). I have so much housework to do, and the 'Vagabond King' needs to be finished Saturday week!
I have a small confession to make though...I did have to move Mount Washing-Tonne off the couch, and carefully avoid the coffee table in front of it (well, I THINK there's a coffee table under there somewhere). I have so much housework to do, and the 'Vagabond King' needs to be finished Saturday week!
Friday, April 30, 2010
The Vagabond King, and Perpetual Motion.
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paintings,
Quilty thing,
Sewing
Just a quick update on the 'quilty thing', because at the moment I'm working on this painting (below) in order to finish it in time to drop it off at a local exhibition/competition on Sunday morning! It was called "I do not believe perpetual motion is impossible" for no good reason other than the fact that I'd scribbled this sentence on a scrap torn out of an old diary, had it pinned up on my corkboard for ages, and on a whim decided to stick it onto this large collagey thing. LOVE the colours that I got with this piece, the photo doesn't quite do it justice, they really glow. But otherwise, not that interesting really. So I'm doing things with it...have to wait and see!
Now, where am I with the 'quilty thing' aka "Travelling Robe for a Vagabond King"? Well, I had to change the name slightly to enter it into an art award because the entry form stipulated that the title had to be 25 characters or less! So, for that competition at least, it's now called "Travel Robe for a Ragged King"...exactly 24 characters, but we all know what its real name is! I finally finished the large circle and trimmed it off. Here it is spread out on the family room mat.
Then I ummed and ahhhed about what to put it on. I was going to put it on a dark blue heavy cotton, and then make the other side (or front of the robe) the same fabric (which if you're using it as a mat, would be the side you put on the ground, therefore needed to be tough and not too fancy). But decided the colour didn't quite work.
So I decided to experiment and change it. A bit of.....hmmm, reverse dyeing? So twisted it from the centre point and dumped it into some household bleach. I really like how it turned out, but still not working for me as the back to the circles. Oh well, I'll use it for something else!
So had a rethink and decided red might be the way to go! Yep, I think that's better.
So I'm sewing this down, and just started some quilting stitch on the inner gold circle. Lots to do!
Now, where am I with the 'quilty thing' aka "Travelling Robe for a Vagabond King"? Well, I had to change the name slightly to enter it into an art award because the entry form stipulated that the title had to be 25 characters or less! So, for that competition at least, it's now called "Travel Robe for a Ragged King"...exactly 24 characters, but we all know what its real name is! I finally finished the large circle and trimmed it off. Here it is spread out on the family room mat.
Then I ummed and ahhhed about what to put it on. I was going to put it on a dark blue heavy cotton, and then make the other side (or front of the robe) the same fabric (which if you're using it as a mat, would be the side you put on the ground, therefore needed to be tough and not too fancy). But decided the colour didn't quite work.
So I decided to experiment and change it. A bit of.....hmmm, reverse dyeing? So twisted it from the centre point and dumped it into some household bleach. I really like how it turned out, but still not working for me as the back to the circles. Oh well, I'll use it for something else!
So had a rethink and decided red might be the way to go! Yep, I think that's better.
So I'm sewing this down, and just started some quilting stitch on the inner gold circle. Lots to do!
Late note: It's a funny thing, but as soon as I neatly hemmed the big circle...I didn't like it as much, it had lost its magic. Oh here we go again, the 'beauty of the ragged edge...'!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Quilty thingo pics as promised!
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Quilty thing,
Sewing
So this is where I am now...getting there, but still so much to do!
The whole thing so far. Base layers finished on top half, now for more embroidery.
Detail of embroidery/stitching on second yellow circle. I think this is crochet ribbon. It caught my eye at the local craft shop anyway.
Close-up of second circle.
Second velvet circle finished. Several more to do.
Velvet circles, finished and unfinished.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Big thinks. And the Quilty thing...has a name.
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Quilty thing,
Sewing
This piece has actually always had a name, it's just that it wouldn't really be appropriate if I don't finish it the way I want to, and it doesn't become the wearable piece I'm envisioning. I started it off thinking of it as a magical robe for a traveller. A robe that can be taken off and placed on the ground to sit on, or wrapped around someone as they sleep, or hung up to make a windbreak, or a door for a tent. I was thinking of Suibhne (or Sweeney), the mad King of Irish legend, who offended a priest and was cursed to spend the rest of his life living in the tree-tops among the birds, feathers in his hair, and never knowing the comfort of a warm bed, or a cup of mead, or a decent meal, or the company of his fellow humans again. W.B. Yeats based his poem "The Madness of King Goll" on Suibhne.
But, my original idea of a feathered cloak of some kind seemed too difficult to create, whether using real feathers, or embroidered/appliqued ones. And the colours I began to see, and the construction that began to form in my mind, didn't lend itself to Suibhne either. So, as I've been thinking about travellers; nomads and gypsies, circuses and traveling theatres and such people, its name has turned out to be "Traveling Robe for a Vagabond King". I hope I can finish it to live up to its name!
Top half added. The base is a piece of linen/cotton, that began as a rather hideous lemon yellow, but has come out a rather gorgeous old gold after dyeing with ecalyptus leaves. I must watch my horizontals though, I seem to be going up on the left a little.
And here's the bottom half again, almost done. I'm going to encircle each purple velvet patch with red stitching, you can see the one on the far left has been done.
The second circle's embellishments.
There's that stitched purple patch in the top left, and others to be done.
Close-up. I'll stitch the edges of each circle down when I've finished the embroidery, because I'm using it to just tuck the loose ends of the embellishments under at the moment.
That's where creativity and imagination are so important. We can never predict all outcomes, we can never be sure what the consequences will be, but if we can IMAGINE, we can see some of the paths ahead. If you can imagine it, perhaps you can build it, without imagination, nothing can be created. Without imagination and creativity, humans would still be living in caves. Everything around us that is human-made, did not exist once. It was an impossible thing dreamed up by some mad person who perhaps spent all their time day-dreaming and being told off for it. And this is where artists (all artists, not just visual artists) live. In that dreaming space, where anything is possible. I've often contemplated the similarity between artist and magician, or shaman, or seer. I wonder if those who painted the magnificent caves of Lascaux were told to 'get a proper job,' or whether they were the shamans who saw into the future for their people, and then DREW if for them so they could see it too? As an artist, it annoys me no end that many people see art as a frivolous luxury. A couple of years ago, the federal Government here introduced some education reform, and identified priority areas to be tackled first. The arts, any arts, were not included. It would come later, along with all the other 'less important' stuff. There was an outcry among the artistic community, as you would expect. But reading comments in public debate forums appalled me. So many people seemed to have the idea that art was just 'painting pretty pictures', music is just a pleasant hobby, dancing is silly, that it's all just pointless frivolity, and had no place in a serious curriculum. And yet, almost everything around us is created by art. You cannot build a skyscraper unless someone draws it first. Or a car. Or a chair. What about films, advertising, TV, magazines, fashion, industrial design, town planning, maps? None can exist without art. Someone has the crazy idea, and then someone has to draw it to communicate that idea to others. Nothing can be created without this. Without art, writing would not exist, because writing began as pictures. And what of literature and its role in human creation? Many of the fanciful notions of H.G Wells and Jules Verne have become realities. But if they had not imagined them, would humans have created those realities? Can you imagine a world without music? One of the most ancient human-made artifacts, over 35 000 years old in fact, is a delicate carved ivory flute. The ability to imagine it, create it, then play it, is the same ability that created civilisation. The arts foster imagination and creativity, seeing something that doesn't exist and seeing the way to make it exist. So much research tells us that having arts in school curriculums will improve children's ability to do well in ALL subjects. Artists are like explorers, they go ahead into the unknown and bring back knowledge to be shared with the rest of humanity. They cut the path into the future, and bring back the pictures to show us what it looks like. Hardly frivolous is it?
Sigh...I will hop down off my high-horse now, or my soap-box, or whatever it is that I'm standing on. Living in a country that idolises footballers, and thinks artists are a waste of time does occasionally get me a little hot under the collar!
A little later....I just read all through that and thought, Phew! Maybe I should leave on a lighter note. So.............did you know that before I was a mermaid, I was a faery princess? Well, just once. A long time ago. But I've still got Prince Charming! :)
Monday, April 5, 2010
Onion Skins and campfires, toffee apples and a bush Easter
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Quilty thing,
Sewing
So I am back in the 'burbs after a lovely couple of days down in the south west to visit my in-laws for Easter. It has once again strengthened my resolve to make the big move, and perhaps next year, acquire a little slice of country paradise for ourselves, a place where our girls can run and play and get dirty and forget for days on end that such things as TV exist.
But first of all, on Good Friday we made some special eggs for gifts. I haven't tried this before, but even though the eggs were quite brown to start with, they came out rather beautifully, though little fingers needed a bit of help to wrap the eggs in the onion skins and cloth and tie them off. We tried wrapping herbs around the eggs first, but perhaps we need a little more practice to perfect a clear leaf print. But we were still impressed with our efforts, and as a bonus, created 10 little squares of tie-dyed cotton voile!
I have also been working on my Quilty thingy. The plummy patches have all been stitched to the bottom semi-circle, with yarn squiggles sewn over the top.
But then I decided that the purple squiggles got a bit lost against the background, so I decided to outline them in red...I think this is stem stitch, but don't quote me on it!
But first of all, on Good Friday we made some special eggs for gifts. I haven't tried this before, but even though the eggs were quite brown to start with, they came out rather beautifully, though little fingers needed a bit of help to wrap the eggs in the onion skins and cloth and tie them off. We tried wrapping herbs around the eggs first, but perhaps we need a little more practice to perfect a clear leaf print. But we were still impressed with our efforts, and as a bonus, created 10 little squares of tie-dyed cotton voile!
Eggs bubbling away in the pot
The final results!
I have also been working on my Quilty thingy. The plummy patches have all been stitched to the bottom semi-circle, with yarn squiggles sewn over the top.
The 'big' picture...with feet again!
Close-up of the yarn squiggles.
But then I decided that the purple squiggles got a bit lost against the background, so I decided to outline them in red...I think this is stem stitch, but don't quote me on it!
Close-up of outlining.
I took it all down with me on the weekend, and have added more squiggles and spirals, so more pictures to come.
And we stopped for afternoon tea on the way down for a pot of tea by a friend's campfire, and made the best toffee apples in the world. These beat marshmallows hands down!
You do need a bit of patience though, they take about 10 minutes...and a good sturdy NON-POISONOUS stick!
The finished result...roast apple with apple flavoured toffee...how good is that?!
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