Friday, June 25, 2010
Where has this stuff been all my fiber life?
I can see with just a little monkeying around that many things are different here. The physics of wet in wet. How far color will and wont wander. The transparency effects and how the different colors work together or not.
I made the mistake of separating the various silks from their bags with labels so I don't have the right names for the fabric.
This silk is sturdy, shiny and shrieks when you rip it with gusto. It loves the dye.
Mark making with brushes and droppers. Seeing how far and true I can make my intentions and just how much is left to the whim of the cloth, dye and water.
I feel the ladybugs watching from the treeline, nervous.
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Play it again Sam.
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